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The Opposite of Afterglow, Redux

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Title: The Opposite of Afterglow, Redux
Author: Ella Jane ([info]roquentine)
Word Count: ~680
Rating: PG, barely
Pairing: Kind of Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade. Kind of.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Sequel to: The Opposite of Afterglow. (Prompt: "Sherlock. John. Mycroft. Lestrade. One bed.") You may want to give that a quick read first. In checking the date of the old one, I appear to be posting these at the rate of one a year.

PSA:  Light text on a dark background can spoil afterglows of all sorts. Click here to read in your own LJ format.

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This time, in bed, from left to right: Mycroft, Lestrade, John, Sherlock.

Lestrade:  I simply do not understand why this keeps happening.

Sherlock:  Hormones?

Mycroft:  We are none of us nineteen.

John:  Insanity?

Lestrade:  That sounds right.

Sherlock:  It's nice, though.

John:  What, insanity?

Sherlock:  No, this. Shove over.

John:  See, I told you, there's no room.

Sherlock:  There's plenty of room...

John:  ...no there's not...

Sherlock:  ...if you would just...

Mycroft:  BOYS.

Maneuvering ensues. Finally John sits up and Sherlock slides down around him, settling his head on the sheets covering John's middle. John's hand threads his hair. Sherlock closes his eyes.

Lestrade (thoughtfully):  Maybe if we stopped playing bridge...

Mycroft:  This isn't happening because we play bridge.

John:  Really? Because so far, every time we've played bridge...

Mycroft:  Post hoc, ergo propter hoc.

Three of the four men groan.

Lestrade:  Oh, God help me.

Mycroft:  It's Latin.

John:  No kidding.

Mycroft:  "After it, therefore because of it." It's a logical fallacy.

Sherlock (into the sheets):  No one cares.

Mycroft:  Just because one thing follows the other doesn't mean it was caused by the other.

Lestrade (quietly):  Stop showing off, love.

Sherlock (loudly):  He can't help it.

John:  Must be a Holmes thing.

Sherlock:  I heard that.

John (leaning over Sherlock):  Damn. I thought with my mouth being a whole twelve inches from your ear...

He kisses Sherlock's head affectionately.

Lestrade:  Still, I think I've gone off bridge.

John:  That's just because we lose.

Lestrade:  Which is just because they cheat.

Sherlock:  Oi!   Mycroft:  Of course we don't cheat.

Lestrade:  Well, not cheat, exactly, but...

John:  All you have to do is look at each other and you know what cards the other one is holding.

Sherlock:  That's not cheating.

John:  You're right. It's not cheating. It's just... really weird. Next time, we switch partners.

Sherlock (smirking):  We've already done that.

Lestrade:  Bridge partners.

Sherlock and Mycroft:  No.

Lestrade:  Why not?

Sherlock:  We... don't play well with others.

John (rolling his eyes):  All evidence to the contrary.

Lestrade:  Fine, then no more bridge.

A brief pause.

Mycroft (pensively):  Tennis?

Sherlock (quickly):  No.

John:  There's an idea.

Lestrade:  Tennis might work.

Sherlock:  No.

John (sighing):  Now what's your problem?

Mycroft:  He can't play.

Sherlock (looking up):  That is completely untrue.

Mycroft:  Fine. He can't play well.

Sherlock:  ....

John:  Ah. So, tennis, then?

Sherlock (burrowing back into John's lap):  No.

Lestrade (to John):  That might just solve our problem.

John (nodding in agreement):  We'd be outside...

Sherlock:  ...no...

Lestrade:  Nowhere near this bed...

Sherlock:  ...no...

John:  And we'd be tired afterward.

Sherlock:  ...NO.

Mycroft (working his Blackberry):  I can get us court time at my club, looks like Thursday, seven o'clock. Does that work for everyone?

John:  Sure.   Lestrade:  Yeah, I think so.   Sherlock:  NO.

John (quietly, to Sherlock):  Don't make a fuss. (to everyone):  We'll be there.

Sherlock:  Fine, but only if I'm on Mycroft's side.

John and Mycroft and Lestrade:  No.

Sherlock:  But...

John:  Shush. You'll play with me, and we'll lose, and you'll live.

Lestrade:  I like the sound of that.

Mycroft (shutting off his Blackberry):  We're all set.

Sherlock: (petulantly):  Isn't it time for you to go?

Mycroft (turning to settle against Lestrade's back):  No, no meetings tomorrow.

Sherlock throws the covers back in dramatic fashion, gets up, looks expectantly at John.

John (innocently):  Yes?

Sherlock:  Let's go.

John:  I'm sorry?

Sherlock:  There's too many people in this bed.

John:  Not now, there isn't.

John starts to settle in. Sherlock stands, stares, sighs.

Sherlock (flatly):  Fine. Okay. Fine.

John:  Fine, okay, fine, what?

Sherlock:  I'll play tennis.

John:  You will?

Sherlock:  Yes, of course.

John:  With me as your partner?

Sherlock:  Absolutely. I'm looking forward to it. Can't wait. Let's go.

John looks at him with suspicion, then shakes his head and gets up. Good nights are exchanged as Sherlock and John exit into the corridor.

Mycroft (calling after them):  Oh, and Sherlock?

Sherlock's voice:  Yes?

Mycroft:  No fabricated crime scenes at 6:45 on Thursday, please.

A brief pause.

Sherlock's voice:  Bollocks.


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breathedout
Mar. 14th, 2012 06:16 am (UTC)
These are delightful and make me chuckle. :-)
roquentine
Mar. 14th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
That was their intended effect! Glad you enjoyed them. :)
senema82
Mar. 14th, 2012 07:39 am (UTC)
So sweet! I would love to see how that tennis match goes.
Hopefully they still end up in bed afterwards.
And Mycroft knows his little brother too well :-)
roquentine
Mar. 14th, 2012 09:10 pm (UTC)
Mycroft does know how to get what he wants, even from Sherlock. :) Thank you for reading and commenting!
dauphkantus
Mar. 14th, 2012 09:58 am (UTC)
Ahhahaha. I should have seen the crime scene coming.

This is adorable still. Though I doubt Tennis will help- they'll all just come back and fall asleep in the same bed if they're that tired, or get worked up watching each other run around sweating and ...well. You get the idea. Public indecency whatwhat heh
roquentine
Mar. 14th, 2012 09:11 pm (UTC)
Now I'm picturing them all laid out at Wimbledon... *giggle* Thanks for the comment!
archea2
Mar. 14th, 2012 07:40 pm (UTC)
You know this sequel calls for a sequel, right?^^
roquentine
Mar. 14th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
I have the ending line of another one in my head, which is funny considering that it took me months to figure out how to end this one. :) I'll work on it, and hopefully it won't take another year!
sunny_rainfall
Mar. 16th, 2012 03:57 am (UTC)
d'awwww lol
roquentine
May. 8th, 2012 10:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you, so glad you liked it!
anarion
Mar. 16th, 2012 01:35 pm (UTC)
Oh, I remember reading the first one!

These are so funny and spot-on, I love it! :)
I giggled the whole time. Thank you!
roquentine
May. 8th, 2012 10:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your comment! I got very giggly writing it, TBTH. Glad you enjoyed!

Also, icon LOVE. *throws sparkles at it*
atlinmerrick
Apr. 7th, 2012 09:40 am (UTC)
I do not know how I missed this and I weep copious tears for the missing of it. However I have read it now and I am happy and I will sit here with glee and a grin and great, great hope in my heart that there is another one percolating in that fantastically divine head of yours.

Please? Please? Please? Please? (I can continue ad nauseam) Please? Please? Please? Oooooh please?
roquentine
May. 8th, 2012 10:23 pm (UTC)
I shall do my best to improve my record of one per year. Thank you for your lovely words of encouragement, my friend!
atlinmerrick
May. 8th, 2012 11:01 pm (UTC)
Pssst! I promise, promise absolutely promise you that it gets easier the more you do it. Really, really.

In the meantime, we will always be happy with whatever we get whenever we get it!
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