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The knowledge (221B fic)

BBC Sherlock

Rating: PG (implied slash)

Summary: inspired by ACD!Mycroft's most implausible appearance: driving a brougham in 'The Final Problem'.


If Sherlock had ever learnt to drive, the skill had long since been deleted from his brain. John had recently lost his licence over speeding offences Lestrade knew he hadn't in fact committed. And they couldn't be sure how far Moriarty had infiltrated the taxi network.

"Mycroft will take us to Heathrow," said Sherlock.

"Moriarty'll spot that one," Lestrade had retorted. But when they'd walked to Gloucester Place, it was a black cab that drew up. With Mycroft driving.

"His other car's a Bentley," Sherlock sneered.

"This is much more efficient to drive in London," Mycroft replied. "But please ensure you fasten your seatbelts."

John stared out of the window, preoccupied. Lestrade was soon wondering if Mycroft had taken his driving test in Mexico City, New York, or somewhere else where they didn't drive on the left. Sherlock started criticising the choice of route.

"Worse than satnav," Mycroft remarked. "Greg, if Sherlock won't be quiet, can you please handcuff and gag him?" John's reflection in the window had a vaguely disturbing smile on it now.

***

"I hope they'll be OK," Lestrade said, as he and Mycroft sat in the car park.

"Switzerland's very safe," Mycroft replied, and then smiled sideways at him. "Meanwhile, the other advantage of a taxi over a Bentley is that it's much roomier at the back."

Comments

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kalypso_v
Apr. 26th, 2011 11:54 am (UTC)
Nice one! Though I keep wishing someone would recreate the motorway scene from Withnail and I with Sherlock at the wheel. It would be terrifying.
marysutherland
Apr. 29th, 2011 09:23 am (UTC)
I'm afraid I haven't seen that film yet, so I can't do that one. Though I suppose if you ever want car fic written by someone who can't drive, I might be your woman. (I was traumatised by a lesson on Swindon's magic roundabout and never recovered my nerve).
kalypso_v
Apr. 29th, 2011 12:15 pm (UTC)
Car fic by someone who can't drive might be entertaining, though it wasn't a direct request. I might drop it into Make me a Monday, though, and see if anyone comes up with something. The scene in question is here (mostly the first part - the set-up is that they need to get back to London in a hurry, but Marwood is exhausted so pulled up the car to take a nap on the back seat. That would be John, obviously.)
bwblack
Apr. 26th, 2011 12:21 pm (UTC)
This made me very very very happy! I love a well executed 221B that gives you a real feel that you read something substantial and yet you don't have to invest the time on it on a weekday when you are supposed to be a responsible adult! Thanks.

marysutherland
Apr. 29th, 2011 09:26 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it. Now if I could just stick to writing 221Bs, I might find time to get on with my RL writing.
2ndskin
Apr. 26th, 2011 12:59 pm (UTC)
jam-packed full of squee-worthy lines!!!! I truly enjoyed this--a total gem of a 221B!!!!! so happy you're back!
ariadnes_string
Apr. 26th, 2011 01:46 pm (UTC)
hee! very nice!
fengirl88
Apr. 26th, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)
Switzerland? oh dear...

loved "worse than satnav", John's disturbing smile, and Mycroft's eminently sound reasons for his choice of vehicle!
marysutherland
Apr. 29th, 2011 09:30 am (UTC)
There were one or two other plot snippets I nicked from The Final Problem as well, so you're right to be worried about Switzerland. Did you ever hear about the Morning Crescent game where a satnav declared its love for Jeremy Hardy, BTW? Transcript.
fengirl88
Apr. 29th, 2011 10:27 am (UTC)
I remember that round! thank you for the link to the transcript.

heartened to know I'm not the only non-driver around here (for similar reasons though not involving a magic roundabout).
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