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darnedchildSummary: Normally I do not write fic in this format but A) I wanted to try something different, B) I wanted to do something quick, and C) I want chocolate. One of those really has nothing to do with the other, sorry. Anywho, in theory there will be twelve completely (probably) unrelated ficlets in a text script sort of format that are only connected by the Twelve Days of Christmas in some way. Enjoy.
Rating: G
A/N - I don't even know.
Three French Hens
*Little Rosamund Watson stares down a beady eyed chicken, and the French Hen stares back just as intensely. *
Mary: Do you think she’ll be okay?
Molly: Yes. Maybe. Probably.
Sherlock: There’s a fence between them, and we’re in a bloody petting zoo. The animals are mostly docile, she’ll be fine.
*John grimaces and urges his daughter to move past the hens toward the goats.*
John: That’s what you said about the alpaca, and it took me five minutes to get all the spit out of my eye.
Sherlock: Everyone else managed to move out of the way, I don’t know why you didn’t do the same. I would have thought your reflexes were faster than that.
*John glares but is distracted by his daughter, who has just discovered the rabbits. Mary dashes after her family, wanting a picture of Rosie cuddling the fluffy furball.*
Sherlock: Why did I agree to this?
Molly: Because it’s Rosie’s birthday and she wanted to go to the zoo, and you’ve never been able to deny her anything since she discovered what a sucker you are for a pair of baby blue eyes.
Sherlock: Brown.
Molly: Pardon?
Sherlock: It’s not her eyes, it’s the way she calls me ‘Uncle Sherlock’ and then wibbles her lip in that hopeful smile thing she does.
Molly: That’s true, she’s suckered me in with the ‘Auntie Molly’ bit a few times. But what did you mean ‘brown’, Rosie’s clearly got blue eyes, Sherlock.
*Sherlock steps in front of Molly and blocks her path.*Sherlock: She does. But yours are brown.
Molly: I-I don’t, what?
Sherlock: Think about it, Molly. You’ll figure it out.
*Sherlock catches up with the Watsons. Molly joins them soon after, and she can’t stop smiling.*
A Partridge in a Pear Tree / Two Turtle Doves / Three French Hens / Four Calling Birds / Five Golden Rings / Six Geese a-Laying / Seven Swans a-Swimming / Eight Maids a-Milking / Nine Ladies Dancing / Ten Lords a-Leaping / Eleven Pipers Piping / Twelve Drummers Drumming
Rating: G
A/N - I don't even know.
Three French Hens
*Little Rosamund Watson stares down a beady eyed chicken, and the French Hen stares back just as intensely. *
Mary: Do you think she’ll be okay?
Molly: Yes. Maybe. Probably.
Sherlock: There’s a fence between them, and we’re in a bloody petting zoo. The animals are mostly docile, she’ll be fine.
*John grimaces and urges his daughter to move past the hens toward the goats.*
John: That’s what you said about the alpaca, and it took me five minutes to get all the spit out of my eye.
Sherlock: Everyone else managed to move out of the way, I don’t know why you didn’t do the same. I would have thought your reflexes were faster than that.
*John glares but is distracted by his daughter, who has just discovered the rabbits. Mary dashes after her family, wanting a picture of Rosie cuddling the fluffy furball.*
Sherlock: Why did I agree to this?
Molly: Because it’s Rosie’s birthday and she wanted to go to the zoo, and you’ve never been able to deny her anything since she discovered what a sucker you are for a pair of baby blue eyes.
Sherlock: Brown.
Molly: Pardon?
Sherlock: It’s not her eyes, it’s the way she calls me ‘Uncle Sherlock’ and then wibbles her lip in that hopeful smile thing she does.
Molly: That’s true, she’s suckered me in with the ‘Auntie Molly’ bit a few times. But what did you mean ‘brown’, Rosie’s clearly got blue eyes, Sherlock.
*Sherlock steps in front of Molly and blocks her path.*Sherlock: She does. But yours are brown.
Molly: I-I don’t, what?
Sherlock: Think about it, Molly. You’ll figure it out.
*Sherlock catches up with the Watsons. Molly joins them soon after, and she can’t stop smiling.*
A Partridge in a Pear Tree / Two Turtle Doves / Three French Hens / Four Calling Birds / Five Golden Rings / Six Geese a-Laying / Seven Swans a-Swimming / Eight Maids a-Milking / Nine Ladies Dancing / Ten Lords a-Leaping / Eleven Pipers Piping / Twelve Drummers Drumming