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kitmerlot_1213) wrote2016-04-17 02:46 pm
kitmerlot_1213) wrote2016-04-17 02:46 pm
Elementary Fic: Treasured Wisdom
It's a beatutiful spring day, so I am posting a 205 word Elementary drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!!
“Oh what rubbish!”
Joan waited a moment, knowing intuitively there would be another outburst.
“Seriously? Are they serious with this bollocks?”
Joan shook her head at Sherlock’s ire. “Why do you let the "fortunes" in fortune cookies bother you so much?
Sherlock’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he crumbled yet another cookie in his grasp. He snorted derisively before reading the fortune out loud. “Your love, unlike this cookie, will never crumble.”
“I take it you disagree with the sentiment?” Joan asked drily.
“’Disagree with the sentiment.’ you ask? A man whose one great love is a criminal mastermind who fooled him for the duration of their relationship? Oh absolutely NOT,” Sherlock answered sarcastically.
“What about Fiona?” Joan shot back. “I don’t see her regard for you “crumbling” any time soon.” She leveled her gaze at him. “Do you?”
Sherlock started to automatically shrug negatively but then he paused and she could see he was struggling with his response, but then he shook his head mutely, his expression almost childlike from her chastisement and his own realization.
Joan smiled softly at her friend as she reached out to briefly cover his hand with hers. “Have a little faith that Fortune knows what she’s doing this time.”
1_million_words ENJOY!!“Oh what rubbish!”
Joan waited a moment, knowing intuitively there would be another outburst.
“Seriously? Are they serious with this bollocks?”
Joan shook her head at Sherlock’s ire. “Why do you let the "fortunes" in fortune cookies bother you so much?
Sherlock’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he crumbled yet another cookie in his grasp. He snorted derisively before reading the fortune out loud. “Your love, unlike this cookie, will never crumble.”
“I take it you disagree with the sentiment?” Joan asked drily.
“’Disagree with the sentiment.’ you ask? A man whose one great love is a criminal mastermind who fooled him for the duration of their relationship? Oh absolutely NOT,” Sherlock answered sarcastically.
“What about Fiona?” Joan shot back. “I don’t see her regard for you “crumbling” any time soon.” She leveled her gaze at him. “Do you?”
Sherlock started to automatically shrug negatively but then he paused and she could see he was struggling with his response, but then he shook his head mutely, his expression almost childlike from her chastisement and his own realization.
Joan smiled softly at her friend as she reached out to briefly cover his hand with hers. “Have a little faith that Fortune knows what she’s doing this time.”