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Advent Drabble 13 - Corgi
Dec. 13th, 2017 06:19 pmRequested by safarialuna.
“Mycroft needs our help,” Sherlock announced.
“Oh, and all of a sudden you’re at Mycroft’s beck and call?” said John.
“He has met the terms of my assistance,” Sherlock replied loftily.
“And what might those be?”
“Considerable,” said Sherlock evasively.
John let Sherlock evade. When they got to Mycroft’s, they were met with…corgis.
“What are…” John trailed off.
“I’m dog-sitting,” Mycroft said grimly. “Don’t ask any more questions, I can’t answer them under the Official Secrets Act.”
“They’re the Queen’s corgis,” Sherlock confided to John.
“Sherlock!” Mycroft scolded.
“Oh, it was obvious,” Sherlock shrugged.
“It was,” John said.
Mycroft scowled.
“Mycroft needs our help,” Sherlock announced.
“Oh, and all of a sudden you’re at Mycroft’s beck and call?” said John.
“He has met the terms of my assistance,” Sherlock replied loftily.
“And what might those be?”
“Considerable,” said Sherlock evasively.
John let Sherlock evade. When they got to Mycroft’s, they were met with…corgis.
“What are…” John trailed off.
“I’m dog-sitting,” Mycroft said grimly. “Don’t ask any more questions, I can’t answer them under the Official Secrets Act.”
“They’re the Queen’s corgis,” Sherlock confided to John.
“Sherlock!” Mycroft scolded.
“Oh, it was obvious,” Sherlock shrugged.
“It was,” John said.
Mycroft scowled.
