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Title: Six Ways "The Great Game" Won't End
Author:
annlarimer
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for two of the photos released so far from "The Great Game." Death. Quite a lot, considering. Europe!fail.
Rating: S for Stoopid and Swearin'.
Summary: What it says on the tin.
Wordcount: 350ish
1. The Final Problem
EXT. Reichenbach Falls, Switzerland
John: Why the hell are we in Switzerland?
Sherlock: I need to send a text.
John: ...what?
Sherlock: It's the only country left with phones I haven't borrowed. In Europe, at least.
John: What about Albania?
Sherlock: They only have, like, six phones. Did 'em in a weekend.
John: Andorra?
Sherlock: (muttermutter)
John: What?
Sherlock: I can't find it.
John: AHAHAHAAAA!
Sherlock: IT'S REALLY SMALL, OKAY?
John: Riiight. And we've hiked up to this giant waterfall because...?
Sherlock: Best reception in the country!
John: Of course. I'm gonna go sit on that rock over there, since you're insane.
Sherlock: 'Kay. (He whips out Herr Steiler''s mobile and punches buttons.)
Pop-Up Text: LESTRADE
Pop-Up Text: IS YOUR REFRIGERATOR RUNNING?
Sherlock: Mwahahahahahahahahahaoops-- (he slips over the edge of the cliff and plunges into the falls)
John: Goddammit.
2. The Final Confrontation
INT. Um...I dunno, a dark abandoned warehouse or something.
Sherlock: IT'S FINISHED, MORIARTY! REVEAL YOURSELF!
Moriarty: (He steps out of the shadows) Certainly, dear boy.
(Sherlock's eyes widen.)
Sherlock: ...Mummy?
John: ...Mum?
Sherlock: (To John) What, seriously?
3. The Absolutely Final Confrontation
INT. or EXT. A filthy waterfront dive, abandoned quarry, or blocked-off Tube tunnel. Does it even matter?
Sherlock: IT'S FINISHED, MORIARTY! REVEAL YOURSELF!
Moriarty: Certainly, dear boy.
(Moriarty removes his cloak and hood, revealing...)
John: Isn't that...?
Sherlock: Mycroft?
Mycroft: BWAH HA! BWAHAHAHAHAAAA *gunshot* Ow!
(Mycroft falls over.)
John: (To Sherlock.) You owe me five quid.
Sherlock: Good shot, John!
John: I've been wanting to do that since the first episode.
Sherlock: I've been wanting someone to do that since 1983.
4. His Last Bow
INT. Baker Street
Sherlock: Well. Another case solved. (He picks up his violin and begins to play.)
John: Sherlock?
Sherlock: (He carries on playing.) Yeah-huh?
John: What happened to the freaky naked cat?
Sherlock: (eyes his violin guiltily.) Muhnno.
5. His Last Snack
INT. Baker Street
Sherlock: Well. Another case solved.
John: And another check!
Sherlock: Kitty kitty kitty puss puss puss!
John: I told you not to call me th--oh.
(The freaky naked cat appears. Sherlock picks it up. We can see JHW written on the cat in felt-tip.)
Sherlock: Good kitty! Who's a good girl? (He extends his jaw and eats the cat whole.)
John: I was saving that!
6. The Final Ultimate Confrontational Last Problem
INT. Baker Street
Sherlock: Well. Another case solved.
*baker street explodes*
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Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for two of the photos released so far from "The Great Game." Death. Quite a lot, considering. Europe!fail.
Rating: S for Stoopid and Swearin'.
Summary: What it says on the tin.
Wordcount: 350ish
1. The Final Problem
EXT. Reichenbach Falls, Switzerland
John: Why the hell are we in Switzerland?
Sherlock: I need to send a text.
John: ...what?
Sherlock: It's the only country left with phones I haven't borrowed. In Europe, at least.
John: What about Albania?
Sherlock: They only have, like, six phones. Did 'em in a weekend.
John: Andorra?
Sherlock: (muttermutter)
John: What?
Sherlock: I can't find it.
John: AHAHAHAAAA!
Sherlock: IT'S REALLY SMALL, OKAY?
John: Riiight. And we've hiked up to this giant waterfall because...?
Sherlock: Best reception in the country!
John: Of course. I'm gonna go sit on that rock over there, since you're insane.
Sherlock: 'Kay. (He whips out Herr Steiler''s mobile and punches buttons.)
Pop-Up Text: LESTRADE
Pop-Up Text: IS YOUR REFRIGERATOR RUNNING?
Sherlock: Mwahahahahahahahahahaoops-- (he slips over the edge of the cliff and plunges into the falls)
John: Goddammit.
2. The Final Confrontation
INT. Um...I dunno, a dark abandoned warehouse or something.
Sherlock: IT'S FINISHED, MORIARTY! REVEAL YOURSELF!
Moriarty: (He steps out of the shadows) Certainly, dear boy.
(Sherlock's eyes widen.)
Sherlock: ...Mummy?
John: ...Mum?
Sherlock: (To John) What, seriously?
3. The Absolutely Final Confrontation
INT. or EXT. A filthy waterfront dive, abandoned quarry, or blocked-off Tube tunnel. Does it even matter?
Sherlock: IT'S FINISHED, MORIARTY! REVEAL YOURSELF!
Moriarty: Certainly, dear boy.
(Moriarty removes his cloak and hood, revealing...)
John: Isn't that...?
Sherlock: Mycroft?
Mycroft: BWAH HA! BWAHAHAHAHAAAA *gunshot* Ow!
(Mycroft falls over.)
John: (To Sherlock.) You owe me five quid.
Sherlock: Good shot, John!
John: I've been wanting to do that since the first episode.
Sherlock: I've been wanting someone to do that since 1983.
4. His Last Bow
INT. Baker Street
Sherlock: Well. Another case solved. (He picks up his violin and begins to play.)
John: Sherlock?
Sherlock: (He carries on playing.) Yeah-huh?
John: What happened to the freaky naked cat?
Sherlock: (eyes his violin guiltily.) Muhnno.
5. His Last Snack
INT. Baker Street
Sherlock: Well. Another case solved.
John: And another check!
Sherlock: Kitty kitty kitty puss puss puss!
John: I told you not to call me th--oh.
(The freaky naked cat appears. Sherlock picks it up. We can see JHW written on the cat in felt-tip.)
Sherlock: Good kitty! Who's a good girl? (He extends his jaw and eats the cat whole.)
John: I was saving that!
6. The Final Ultimate Confrontational Last Problem
INT. Baker Street
Sherlock: Well. Another case solved.
*baker street explodes*
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Date: 2010-08-05 03:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-05 03:45 pm (UTC)::goes to write her name in felt-tip on all the cats::
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Date: 2010-08-05 03:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-05 05:30 pm (UTC)thwip!
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Date: 2010-08-05 03:59 pm (UTC)Also, shame on Sherlock for eating someone else's lunch.
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Date: 2010-08-06 07:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-08-05 04:39 pm (UTC)Sometimes, things just spontaneously blow up! IT HAPPENS!!
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Date: 2010-08-05 09:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-08-05 09:51 pm (UTC)1983, eh? I take it you're taking this Sherlock as a properly aged 27?
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Date: 2010-08-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-08-06 01:24 am (UTC)Whatever Mark Gatiss has written, you have surpassed it with sheer awesome.
P.S. Since he cast HIMSELF as Mycroft, I anticipate much snarking from the Brother Corner.
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Date: 2010-08-06 02:35 am (UTC)Yes, every one of them, each in its own individual wrapper, is totally fun and hilarious.
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Date: 2010-08-06 10:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-06 12:18 pm (UTC)*memories*
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Date: 2010-08-06 04:34 pm (UTC)Oh, lol.
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Date: 2010-08-06 07:39 pm (UTC)John: No, not really.
Sherlock: Tosser.
Mummy: I'm still here.
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Date: 2010-08-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-07 06:26 pm (UTC)LIKE THE MARAZIN STONE BUT NOT SHIT
OH MAN THIS STORY DOES NEED A WAX FIGURE OF SOMEONE IN IT THO
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Date: 2010-08-07 11:40 pm (UTC)...
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...oh, son of a BITCH!
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Date: 2010-08-12 03:29 pm (UTC)(Also, 50th comment! *collapses everything*)
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Date: 2010-08-14 01:48 pm (UTC)I laughed until I cried.
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Date: 2010-09-16 03:03 pm (UTC)