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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. I am blatantly making stuff up now. I know nothing about Swan Upping other than what Wikipedia and the Royal Swan something something website told me.
Seven Swans a-Swimming
Mrs Hudson: It was a sad looking thing. We could barely afford more than some tinsel and a single string of garland; but it was absolutely perfect because it was our first tree together.
*Mrs Hudson passes Molly another ornament from one of the boxes of holiday decorations strewn around the sitting room of 221b.*
Mrs Hudson: By the next Christmas the money was rolling in. We had a giant tree covered in shiny baubles and glitter, but it just wasn’t the same. You know?
*Molly nods, although it is clear to Sherlock that she does not, in fact, ‘know’.*
Sherlock: I doubt we’ll have to worry on that score. Neither Molly nor I have any inclination of ever running a drug cartel.
Molly: Sherlock!
Mrs Hudson: Ignore him, dear. Sherlock knows full well that I never ran a cartel. That was Frank. I only did the typing.
*Molly hangs another ornament on the tree, wide-eyed as if she’s not sure if Mrs Hudson and Sherlock are having her on or not.*
*Mrs Hudson hands her one from the small box of decorations that belonged to Sherlock.*
Molly: Oh, this is pretty. Why a swan?
Sherlock: I took a case for the Queen’s Swan Marker a few years ago. Seven injured and ill cygnets that had been brought to the swan sanctuary for recovery disappeared in route back to the Thames. They were hijacked, with the intent to sell.
Molly: But you found them?
Sherlock: I found them. And the man who stole them. That ornament showed up the next December.
Mrs Hudson: Because you refused the offer of anything else.
*Sherlock shrugs. Molly looks through the boxes and realizes they’ve put up all the tree ornaments.*
Molly: Thank you, Mrs Hudson. It was so nice of you to offer to help decorate since someone insisted he had too much to do; even though he’s been sitting here the entire time.
Sherlock: I was thinking.
Molly: You were offering opinions on where to put the decorations and making snide comments about holiday sentiment and commercialism.
Sherlock: I was right about the garland though, wasn’t I?
*Molly sighs, then nods despite herself. She begins to pack up the boxes and tissue paper that had held the Christmas decorations while they were in storage. Sherlock gets out of his chair and pulls a small box out of the desk.*
Sherlock: You missed one.
*Mrs Hudson bites her bottom lip, hands clasped against her chest. She already knows what is in the box.*
Molly: What is . . . Oh, Sherlock.
*Nestled on top of a bed of satin padding is a sterling silver sleigh ornament that has been carefully engraved.*
Molly: Sherlock and Molly. Our first Christmas. 2016.
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. I am blatantly making stuff up now. I know nothing about Swan Upping other than what Wikipedia and the Royal Swan something something website told me.
Seven Swans a-Swimming
Mrs Hudson: It was a sad looking thing. We could barely afford more than some tinsel and a single string of garland; but it was absolutely perfect because it was our first tree together.
*Mrs Hudson passes Molly another ornament from one of the boxes of holiday decorations strewn around the sitting room of 221b.*
Mrs Hudson: By the next Christmas the money was rolling in. We had a giant tree covered in shiny baubles and glitter, but it just wasn’t the same. You know?
*Molly nods, although it is clear to Sherlock that she does not, in fact, ‘know’.*
Sherlock: I doubt we’ll have to worry on that score. Neither Molly nor I have any inclination of ever running a drug cartel.
Molly: Sherlock!
Mrs Hudson: Ignore him, dear. Sherlock knows full well that I never ran a cartel. That was Frank. I only did the typing.
*Molly hangs another ornament on the tree, wide-eyed as if she’s not sure if Mrs Hudson and Sherlock are having her on or not.*
*Mrs Hudson hands her one from the small box of decorations that belonged to Sherlock.*
Molly: Oh, this is pretty. Why a swan?
Sherlock: I took a case for the Queen’s Swan Marker a few years ago. Seven injured and ill cygnets that had been brought to the swan sanctuary for recovery disappeared in route back to the Thames. They were hijacked, with the intent to sell.
Molly: But you found them?
Sherlock: I found them. And the man who stole them. That ornament showed up the next December.
Mrs Hudson: Because you refused the offer of anything else.
*Sherlock shrugs. Molly looks through the boxes and realizes they’ve put up all the tree ornaments.*
Molly: Thank you, Mrs Hudson. It was so nice of you to offer to help decorate since someone insisted he had too much to do; even though he’s been sitting here the entire time.
Sherlock: I was thinking.
Molly: You were offering opinions on where to put the decorations and making snide comments about holiday sentiment and commercialism.
Sherlock: I was right about the garland though, wasn’t I?
*Molly sighs, then nods despite herself. She begins to pack up the boxes and tissue paper that had held the Christmas decorations while they were in storage. Sherlock gets out of his chair and pulls a small box out of the desk.*
Sherlock: You missed one.
*Mrs Hudson bites her bottom lip, hands clasped against her chest. She already knows what is in the box.*
Molly: What is . . . Oh, Sherlock.
*Nestled on top of a bed of satin padding is a sterling silver sleigh ornament that has been carefully engraved.*
Molly: Sherlock and Molly. Our first Christmas. 2016.
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