Arthur just said to Sherlock, “Ground rules. Come with me,” and marched into the bedroom. Sherlock followed him, and Eames blinked after them. Eames must be all : "WHY THE HELL DID HE TAKE SHERLOCK TO HIS BEDROOM AND I HOPE THIS 'GROUND RULES' THING IS NOT A CODE WORD FOR SOMETHING SAUCY."
“Tell me everything there is to know about Sherlock’s relationship with Moriarty.” And John must be all, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'RELATIONSHIP' THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'SHERLOCK'S RELATIONSHIP WITH MORIARTY' AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M OVERREACTING."
“He calls you ‘darling’ and ‘love’ and other ridiculous things, almost constantly.” Oh. Eames’s terms of endearment. “Yes,” Arthur said. “Because he’s British and a flirt and annoying.” And Sherlock must be all, "WELL, I KNOW SOMEONE WHO'S BRITISH AND A FLIRT (with women at least) AND SOMETIMES A TINY BIT ANNOYING AND HE NEVER CALLS ME 'DARLING' AND 'LOVE' WHEREAS I REALLY WISH HE WOULD AND NO I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT JOHN AT ALL."
What looked like a cup of coffee, which he handed across to John. “Drink it. Should be tea perfectly made the way you prefer.” Aww, this is sweet. He could create anything and he chooses to create something John loves. And he gives him tea, which is, in your fics, the equivalent of a declaration of love. :-)
John would ordinarily have been worried about Sherlock falling off. I imagine how he'd feel if he had gone through the Reichenbach Fall. We'll be lucky if in this fic Sherlock only falls from dreamy buildings... *looks at you suspiciously*
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Date: 2014-12-05 01:04 pm (UTC)Sherlock followed him, and Eames blinked after them.
Eames must be all : "WHY THE HELL DID HE TAKE SHERLOCK TO HIS BEDROOM AND I HOPE THIS 'GROUND RULES' THING IS NOT A CODE WORD FOR SOMETHING SAUCY."
“Tell me everything there is to know about Sherlock’s relationship with Moriarty.”
And John must be all, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'RELATIONSHIP' THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'SHERLOCK'S RELATIONSHIP WITH MORIARTY' AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M OVERREACTING."
“He calls you ‘darling’ and ‘love’ and other ridiculous things, almost constantly.”
Oh. Eames’s terms of endearment. “Yes,” Arthur said. “Because he’s British and a flirt and annoying.”
And Sherlock must be all, "WELL, I KNOW SOMEONE WHO'S BRITISH AND A FLIRT (with women at least) AND SOMETIMES A TINY BIT ANNOYING AND HE NEVER CALLS ME 'DARLING' AND 'LOVE' WHEREAS I REALLY WISH HE WOULD AND NO I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT JOHN AT ALL."
What looked like a cup of coffee, which he handed across to John. “Drink it. Should be tea perfectly made the way you prefer.”
Aww, this is sweet. He could create anything and he chooses to create something John loves. And he gives him tea, which is, in your fics, the equivalent of a declaration of love. :-)
John would ordinarily have been worried about Sherlock falling off.
I imagine how he'd feel if he had gone through the Reichenbach Fall. We'll be lucky if in this fic Sherlock only falls from dreamy buildings... *looks at you suspiciously*