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tv_universe to come up with New Year's Resolutions for fandom characters, including speculation about whether they can keep the resolution! I was inspired by this fun piece and decided to set this in the silly Buffy/Sherlock BBC 'verse that I use from time to time.
Title: Resolutions
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Sherlock BBC
Rating: G, with a bit of innuendo
"Hey, guys, here’s a good one,” called out Dawn, looking up from her mobile phone. “ ‘New Year’s Resolutions You Can Actually Achieve!’ Let’s all pick one!” She looked brightly around the long table, set in hotel brunch style. Her excitement was met with bleary stares, in some cases bordering on outright hostility. Only John and Lestrade tried to — unwisely — nod supportively, and only Mycroft and Sherlock seemed to not be in the throes of major hangovers.“Dawn, please,” said Giles weakly, holding his head and wondering why he’d thought it a good idea to host a New Year’s Day brunch for their London compatriots. Why not the day after, or the day after that? Still, as host, he tried to rally. “It’s a fine idea, Dawn, and would give us something to talk about.” Ignoring Xander’s groan, and Buffy’s weakly upraised middle finger, he gestured to the elder Holmes, who alone looked quite interested—an expression no doubt honed by years at similarly ill-assorted tables. “Perhaps, Mr.—er—Mycroft, you’d get us started.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Mycroft drew out a pair of reading glasses and gazed down at the mobile being held by Dawn, seated next to him. “Let’s see, which shall I choose….?”
I. Mycroft Holmes: “Once, just once, go to bed at 9 pm. Do it on a Tuesday.”
“Psh. He’ll never do it. Loath as I am to acknowledge it, my brother and I share some genetic traits, and one such is a propensity for asomnia. It tends to render us incapable of normal sleeping hours.” Sherlock brushed a crumb from his jacket and went back to reviewing his mobile.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Lestrade leaned forward with suddenly bright eyes. “It doesn’t say anything about sleep. Just bed. So, all you need is to find another activity in bed on Tuesdays, start at nine, and Bob’s your uncle.” He leveled a look at Mycroft, whose own eyes widened as he wordlessly handed the mobile across the table to the Detective Inspector.
II. Greg Lestrade: “Stop trying to stop procrastinating. Embrace the fact that you get things done efficiently.”
Sherlock snorted. “Oh, I’ve no doubt Lestrade can stop trying to stop procrastinating. You've been so successful thus far. Look how long it took you to leave your wife, after it was obvious that she—“
“Sherlock!” admonished several voices at once. Lestrade shrugged as if conceding the point, then his eyes again met Mycroft’s. “Still, like it says. All’s it means is that when I get around to it, I can get right to business. Efficient-like, yeah?” His sideways grin looked like a wink. Mycroft felt himself flush as he reached for a petit-four from the three-tiered tray. And with long fingers and a knowing look, Sherlock filched the mobile from Lestrade’s hand.
III. Sherlock Holmes: “Throw out your old socks and underwear, ideally both, and get all new ones. This will change your life.”
It was John’s turn to snort. “No way. First off, you’ve got nothing ‘old’ among that designer lot. Second, after all that time you spent cataloguing your ‘sock index’? Hardly. I vote thumbs down.” He punctuated this with the appropriate gesture. Sherlock merely smiled slyly as he handed the mobile back to Dawn, while Mycroft began regretfully calculating just how much this flatmate battle was going to cost him.
IV. Dawn Summers: “Want to save some money? Stop buying that gym membership you’re never going to use. Buy a jump rope.”
Dawn clapped. “Well the first part is easy, I’d never get a gym membership anyway. But I have thought about taking up jump rope! Baby Spice recommends it on her workout show—,“ Xander let out a low moan, “—and I can do it anywhere! Don’t you think I can keep that resolution?” She looked around the table. Buffy, Willow, and Giles all raised limp hands. No doubt about it, Dawn, with her unbounded energy, could surely jump rope each of the next 365 days. Dawn grinned and passed the phone to Giles.
V. Rupert Giles: “Plan something interesting six months in advance. That way, if the next six months suck, you have something to look forward to.”
The table fell quiet, as perhaps each person considered the past six months and just how much they had, indeed, sucked. Realizing he’d unwittingly cast a pall, Giles roused himself, and proclaimed, “Well this one is easy to keep. I shall do it now. I hereby plan that, in six months, we will all re-convene here, same time, same place, and celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” Xander seemed to be recovering, diving into his eggs Benedict. “That remains to be seen, doesn’t it,” rejoined Giles, lightly. “In any event, we can celebrate being alive. And that certainly qualifies as ‘something to look forward to.’ ”
Later that same day...
Buffy stared down at the object in her lap for the hundredth time and, with a grimace, slapped it closed and tossed it to the side of the couch. Welp. They were right. Not gonna read a book. So. Gotta just keep being...a hero. She stood, stretched, and wandered off to bed.
tv_universe to come up with New Year's Resolutions for fandom characters, including speculation about whether they can keep the resolution! I was inspired by this fun piece and decided to set this in the silly Buffy/Sherlock BBC 'verse that I use from time to time.Title: Resolutions
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Sherlock BBC
Rating: G, with a bit of innuendo
"Hey, guys, here’s a good one,” called out Dawn, looking up from her mobile phone. “ ‘New Year’s Resolutions You Can Actually Achieve!’ Let’s all pick one!” She looked brightly around the long table, set in hotel brunch style. Her excitement was met with bleary stares, in some cases bordering on outright hostility. Only John and Lestrade tried to — unwisely — nod supportively, and only Mycroft and Sherlock seemed to not be in the throes of major hangovers.“Dawn, please,” said Giles weakly, holding his head and wondering why he’d thought it a good idea to host a New Year’s Day brunch for their London compatriots. Why not the day after, or the day after that? Still, as host, he tried to rally. “It’s a fine idea, Dawn, and would give us something to talk about.” Ignoring Xander’s groan, and Buffy’s weakly upraised middle finger, he gestured to the elder Holmes, who alone looked quite interested—an expression no doubt honed by years at similarly ill-assorted tables. “Perhaps, Mr.—er—Mycroft, you’d get us started.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Mycroft drew out a pair of reading glasses and gazed down at the mobile being held by Dawn, seated next to him. “Let’s see, which shall I choose….?”
I. Mycroft Holmes: “Once, just once, go to bed at 9 pm. Do it on a Tuesday.”
“Psh. He’ll never do it. Loath as I am to acknowledge it, my brother and I share some genetic traits, and one such is a propensity for asomnia. It tends to render us incapable of normal sleeping hours.” Sherlock brushed a crumb from his jacket and went back to reviewing his mobile.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Lestrade leaned forward with suddenly bright eyes. “It doesn’t say anything about sleep. Just bed. So, all you need is to find another activity in bed on Tuesdays, start at nine, and Bob’s your uncle.” He leveled a look at Mycroft, whose own eyes widened as he wordlessly handed the mobile across the table to the Detective Inspector.
II. Greg Lestrade: “Stop trying to stop procrastinating. Embrace the fact that you get things done efficiently.”
Sherlock snorted. “Oh, I’ve no doubt Lestrade can stop trying to stop procrastinating. You've been so successful thus far. Look how long it took you to leave your wife, after it was obvious that she—“
“Sherlock!” admonished several voices at once. Lestrade shrugged as if conceding the point, then his eyes again met Mycroft’s. “Still, like it says. All’s it means is that when I get around to it, I can get right to business. Efficient-like, yeah?” His sideways grin looked like a wink. Mycroft felt himself flush as he reached for a petit-four from the three-tiered tray. And with long fingers and a knowing look, Sherlock filched the mobile from Lestrade’s hand.
III. Sherlock Holmes: “Throw out your old socks and underwear, ideally both, and get all new ones. This will change your life.”
It was John’s turn to snort. “No way. First off, you’ve got nothing ‘old’ among that designer lot. Second, after all that time you spent cataloguing your ‘sock index’? Hardly. I vote thumbs down.” He punctuated this with the appropriate gesture. Sherlock merely smiled slyly as he handed the mobile back to Dawn, while Mycroft began regretfully calculating just how much this flatmate battle was going to cost him.
IV. Dawn Summers: “Want to save some money? Stop buying that gym membership you’re never going to use. Buy a jump rope.”
Dawn clapped. “Well the first part is easy, I’d never get a gym membership anyway. But I have thought about taking up jump rope! Baby Spice recommends it on her workout show—,“ Xander let out a low moan, “—and I can do it anywhere! Don’t you think I can keep that resolution?” She looked around the table. Buffy, Willow, and Giles all raised limp hands. No doubt about it, Dawn, with her unbounded energy, could surely jump rope each of the next 365 days. Dawn grinned and passed the phone to Giles.
V. Rupert Giles: “Plan something interesting six months in advance. That way, if the next six months suck, you have something to look forward to.”
The table fell quiet, as perhaps each person considered the past six months and just how much they had, indeed, sucked. Realizing he’d unwittingly cast a pall, Giles roused himself, and proclaimed, “Well this one is easy to keep. I shall do it now. I hereby plan that, in six months, we will all re-convene here, same time, same place, and celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” Xander seemed to be recovering, diving into his eggs Benedict. “That remains to be seen, doesn’t it,” rejoined Giles, lightly. “In any event, we can celebrate being alive. And that certainly qualifies as ‘something to look forward to.’ ”
Later that same day...
Buffy stared down at the object in her lap for the hundredth time and, with a grimace, slapped it closed and tossed it to the side of the couch. Welp. They were right. Not gonna read a book. So. Gotta just keep being...a hero. She stood, stretched, and wandered off to bed.
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