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Wednesday, 17 November 2010

SHERLOCK FAN-FIC: It's how you play the game.

hope you guys like it, its for a competition im entering and it has to be under 1,000 words so sadly its a little bit rough and some of it might not make perfect sense. BUT i hope you guys enjoy it anyway :D

And I don't know if any of you have seen it, but this is based on the modern sherlock which is a tv series on the BBC. The one with benedict cumberbatch (what a name) as Sherlock and martin freeman and John. It's become my other obsession apart from skulduggery and i just had to enter the competition.

enjoy..i hope :S and please give me your honest opinion of the story (dont worry, i dont mind critasism), thanks :)

sorry, one last note- if you've never heard of the board game cluedo then i dont think you'll get the story...

It’s how you play the game
John walked in to find Sherlock in the corner of the room standing on his head. Now, John was quite used to Sherlock’s unusual behaviour but this was beyond his usual abnormality.
“Err…Sherlock,” John started. “Why are you standing on your head?”
“I’m bored.” he replied calmly.
“Oh, well I’ve got something that might cheer you up. Mycroft call-“
“No.” interrupted Sherlock.
“But you just said you wer-“
“No. “
“But you haven’t even-“
“No. Anything to do with Mycroft is a complete waste of time.” He groaned.
“Oh, and standing on your head isn’t?”
Sherlock glared at him and got up to dust himself off. “Any case that Mycroft gives me is mind-numbingly dull. I could solve them in my sleep.”
“You never know, this one could be different.” John handed him the file. Sherlock flicked it open and glanced briefly at the pages. After a minute or two he closed the file and looked at John.
“It’s a murder?” he said trying not to sound interested.
“Well,” Sherlock said stretching. “I could have a brief look but I’m telling you it’s going to be just too easy.”
They arrived at a large Tudor mansion surrounded by deformed trees of every shape and size. The trees towered over the mansion giving it a dark and overall more sinister look.
“Well, this looks homely.” muttered Sherlock as they rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a small, elderly woman in a maid’s outfit.
“Oh, you must be the detectives.” She said smiling sadly at them. “You’d better come in.”
The maid led them through to the lounge where they found a man who looked to be in his late thirties dressed in a police uniform.
“Oh, how do you do?” he said in a gruff voice. “I’m Sergeant Jefferson and I’ve been sent here to help.”
Sherlock sighed. “I don’t need help, when will my brother get that into that thick skull of his?”
John coughed from behind him.
“Oh…err, I me WE don’t need any help…Anyway Sergeant, can you fill us in?”
Jefferson stood up a little straighter when Sherlock addressed him, almost as if he was trying to look a bit more useful.
“Well, Mr. Bane’s body was found at the bottom of the stairs last night by Mrs. Wills; however we believe that he may have been moved there from a different room. I found no evidence of a break-in and have concluded that the only possible suspects were those within the house at the time.”
John couldn’t shake the feeling that something here felt familiar. Not in the sense that he’d been here before but….
“May we see the suspects?” asked Sherlock interrupting John’s thoughts.
Jefferson led them through to the conservatory where six people were waiting for them. One was the maid but the others were unfamiliar.
“May I introduce you to Professor Peach, Colonel Carlton, Miss. Starlet, Reverend Wilson, Miss. Peters and you’ve already met Mrs. Wills.” Jefferson said, indicating to each as he said their names.
John gawped at them. Then he started to chuckle quietly.
“You’re having a laugh!” he exclaimed.
“John, what are you talking about?” Sherlock asked.
“Professor Peach?! Miss. Starlet?! Come on Sherlock, you must see it too? I thought cluedo would be right up your street!”
“John, I’m afraid I have no idea what you are talking about.” Sherlock replied.
“Cluedo Sherlock! The board game? You must have played it as a kid!”
“I never played board games as a child; I had much more important things to do.”
John looked hopefully at Jefferson.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was more of a sports lad.”
“Jefferson,” Sherlock said while John stared at them in disbelief. “May we examine the body?”
Sherlock looked down at the body of Mr. Bane. Even just by glancing at the body he knew that this murderer had been messy. There were clues everywhere.
“God I hate the stupid murderers.” He muttered angrily. “Why can’t they make things more exciting?”
“Sherlock, it’s a murder. “ John sighed. “People don’t usually describe it as…exciting.”
Sherlock wasn’t listening. He looked down at Mr. Bane’s head. There was a large dent in it but also there seemed to be some blue chalk.
“I wonder…”
  Sherlock strode over to the bookcase and scanned along until he found what he was looking for. He looked over the cover and smiled to himself.
“Done.” He said walking back towards the conservatory.
“W-what?” John stammered. “You’ve only been in here two minutes.”
“More than enough time.” He shouted back.
“Are you done?” Jefferson asked sounding surprised.
“Yes, now can we hurry this along, I’ve wasted enough time on this case already.” Sherlock groaned.
 “Wait, don’t tell me.” John said grinning. “It was Professor Peach, in the library, with the candlestick!”
 “How dare you!” Professor Peach boomed.
“Well done John!” Sherlock said patting him on the back.
“What? I was right?”
“No. Completely wrong. Anyway, the murderer must have been playing billiards with Mr. Bane in the billiard room. I know this because of the blue chalk I saw on his head. When the murderer touched the weapon they left a blue smudge on it. I have this weapon here with me now.” He said, holding up a large book.
“The bible?” gasped Jefferson.
“Reverend, if you’re as stupid as I suspect you won’t have changed your gloves. Hold out your hands.”
Reluctantly the Reverend held out his hands. Everyone gasped as they saw blue chalk on them.
“Arrest him.” Sherlock sighed.
“But why Reverend?” asked the colonel.
“Oh who cares?” Sherlock groaned turning towards the door. “Something stupid like that he wanted his money, all you idiot criminals are the same.” And with that he walked out.
“Ok,” admitted John when they’d reached the car. “You were right, it was a boring case. Well for you anyway.”
“John,” Sherlock said looking him in the eye. “You must have learnt by now that I am always right.”        


  1. That's cool Geckogirl, I have no interest in the BBC series but your story is awsome!

  2. LOL
    Awesome Skylara!
    I hope you win the contest! I think you are a very talented writer! Your stories are always good.
    Let us know the results of the contest if you find out!