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This was originally a fic prompt posted for the thegameison_sh in January. My beta penfold_x has convinced me to post this de-anon. Blame her…LOL.

Title: Prompt #1: New
Author: mrwubbles aka Yuma
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Rating: G
Words: 734 words (wheeze, gasp, barely made it! LOL)
Genre: Gen
Warnings/Triggers: I'm not Brit, can't even play one on TV (telly?) but I thoroughly enjoy Hob Nobs. Does that help? :)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Murder, a chase, a car. Same old, same old. Until Sherlock learns something new…

Right turn, construction…

His running couldn't keep up with his thinking.

Yield sign…

Albert Hornsford, husband, banker, piss-poor murderer, was driving around, pretending to be an ordinary man performing ordinary errands.

Red route…no left turns…

He deduced from discarded receipts, the shovel binned behind the house, Hornsford was going to flee before Yard finally found the body Sherlock knew existed.


Shoes were soaked as they splashed through puddles. He ran so hard he could hear his echo doggedly behind him. He heard voices as he elbowed past pedestrians. He heard profanity, the stray apology, and shouting.


The only thing that mattered was arresting Holmsford for his wife's murder. Hornsford thought himself clever; called 999 pretending she went missing.

He ignored the burning in his legs. He fixed his gaze to the car. Dented boot, whitish mud. Dover. He's been to Dover, and it’s not since rained. Recently then. His aunt's cottage? Location of the body?

The deduction spurred him on. He didn't even register the dark shape off to his side until tires screeched.

Startled, he glanced off its bonnet. Before he went under its wheel, he was tackled, his breath forced out with a rush that left him dizzy.

The world grayed.

Sherlock woke to chaos.

"Should we call an ambulance?"

"I didn't see him. He flew out in front of me!"

"Is he all right?"

Sherlock struggled to get up. A hand gripped his shoulder, halting him. Sherlock huffed and knocked the hand away, then his wrist was caught in an iron grip.

"Stay still," a voice commanded. Sherlock bristled. "Sherlock, wait. Nothing looks broken but—no, ma'am, he's fine."

"If you're sure…"

"Didn't he see the light?"

"Couldn't believe…"

Sherlock stared at worn boots, leather bleached from sand, dry sand, but not from the ocean, hold on—

"John?" Sherlock rasped. The clamoring voices around him retreated. John guided him to sit on the curb.

"Hornsford," Sherlock scanned the streets. Nothing. He made to rise again when John crouched in front of him.

"Don't," John said bluntly, the hard tone of a soldier. His hands, however, were those of a doctor as he carefully probed the base of Sherlock's skull. Sherlock flinched as John found the gash under his hair.

"I rung up Lestrade. Told him about the car. They'll get him. Look over here. Follow my finger."

Lestrade? Sherlock ignored the finger and was about to argue when his mobile chirped. John sighed, reached in and rummaged around his coat pocket.

John didn't look at the mobile. He simply thrust it towards Sherlock.

Your Inspector caught Holmsford in a shop buying crimson paint. No point getting up. MH

Sherlock scowled at it with squinty eyes. Squinty because John was still probing the gash.

"Well?" John murmured as he peered into Sherlock's eyes with a frown.

"Lestrade caught him," Sherlock grumbled. He snatched back his phone. "Red handed."

John rocked back on his heels and stared at Sherlock. "We have time then. Explain to me why you took off like that?"

Before he could respond, John continued.

"Yes, the great Sherlock Holmes dashing off to catch a murderer. You could have waited one moment for me. What if I hadn't caught up? You think you're impervious to cars?"

Sherlock paused.


"Actually," Sherlock said slowly, suddenly finding himself flooded with the alien feeling of being wrong footed, "I forgot."


Sherlock sighed, his eyes sliding away. "I forgot you were with me. I'm usually running after them myself." Sherlock shrugged. "Habit."

"Habit," John repeated flatly.

Sherlock coughed. "Yes." He got up unsteadily. He needed to blink several times before the streets, gray with the morning drizzle, sharpened. He raised a hand to hail a cab; it was pointless to continue.

"Habit," John muttered again as he stepped up next to him, shoulder to shoulder. "You should learn a new one."

Sherlock glanced over, eyebrow arched. The sudden lightness in his head took him aback. Concussion, perhaps?

"New one? Oh, I should be looking behind me from now on?" Sherlock guessed.

"Behind you?" John snorted. "Think I can't keep up with those ruddy skinny legs of yours?" John smirked as a taxi stopped. "Beside you. Get used to it, Sherlock." And with that, John climbed into the cab.

Sherlock shook his head, but found himself smiling as he entered the cab. "I can learn to get used to that."


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( 18 comments — comment )
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:15 pm (UTC)
I really like john in this.
Apr. 11th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I adore writing a BANF!John. :)
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:22 pm (UTC)

What I loved about this is that we don't realize John is there either!
Apr. 11th, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC)
Now who wouldn't want a surprise John in their fic? LOL. :)
Apr. 11th, 2011 10:18 pm (UTC)
You don't see me complaining! :-P
Apr. 11th, 2011 09:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, I still adore this. Oblivious Sherlock on a case and John ordering him to stay down.

"Beside you." Oh, John!

[Extra happy note to psycho-Pen for making you post. She hunted me as well. Glad I'm not her only prey.]
Apr. 11th, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
[Extra happy note to psycho-Pen for making you post. She hunted me as well. Glad I'm not her only prey.]

Duuuude, she took me to a warehouse, waved an umbrella at me and threatened to cut off me Hob Nobs supply!

Apr. 11th, 2011 10:34 pm (UTC)
See? Pure evil...

(No wonder she relates so well with Mycroft.)
Apr. 12th, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
Please. I hold a minor position in Sherlock fandom. I don't where you ladies come up with these flights of fancy.
Apr. 12th, 2011 07:36 am (UTC)
I completely adore this fic, thank you!
Apr. 13th, 2011 04:26 am (UTC)
Awesome! Although my beta will be smug about dragging me to post now....LOL.
Apr. 14th, 2011 12:48 am (UTC)
Smug? Oh, no.

I'm going to be u-n-b-e-a-r-a-b-l-e.
Apr. 12th, 2011 10:50 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this. John is such a BAMF, and I love how everyone who cares about Sherlock - John, Lestrade, Mycroft - are in contact, making sure what Sherlock's set in motion is seen through to the end. They've all formed the new habit, and this time it's Sherlock who must catch up. I think it will grow on him.

Red handed. Haha!

Beautifully done.
Apr. 13th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
Red handed. Haha!

I was wondering who would catch that...LOL....I adored ACD's Sherlock when he's punny and really wanted to try my hand at it. Harder than I thought! :)
Apr. 18th, 2011 11:05 pm (UTC)
Lovely character work - especially Sherlock ignored the finger and was about to argue. Oh, so very true!
Apr. 19th, 2011 03:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Yes, Sherlock can't really stay put, huh? Luckily, he will listen to his doctor. Sometimes. Maybe. LOL
Apr. 28th, 2011 12:43 am (UTC)
"Beside you. Get used to it, Sherlock."
You tell him, John!

Well done.
Apr. 28th, 2011 03:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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