by Angel (aisumitsukai at home.com)
Angel: i've been on a skiing trip! and i lost my pencil
and i've had sooooooo many fic ideas and i couldn't find ANYTHING to
write with so now i've giving you pt 26 to get rid of exess creative
*c.d.*: *err...just smile and nod*
Artemis: And beware! She has a new chapter for "Cat Got Your Tongue"
and a new story named after some Monty Python skit. (It's not h/l,
though!! I'm so proud of her!)
Angel: on with pt 26!
Fight like I practice, huh? Well, that's easy for Wiggins
to say! Lestrade couldn't help it, though. She found herself
taking a new position, and having the old feeling of watching in
slow motion come back to her.
Lestrade smiled wickedly. Dragon Lady had only taught her
half of what she knew now. Snap kicking at the Inspector, Dragon
Lady was surprised to find Lestrade's place empty. Dragon Lady
hesitated for a moment, confused, and then had Lestrade land on her
"Jump? Erk- you jumped...up!"
Lestrade could tell The Lady had not expected that. She had
been getting confident, knowing all Lestrade's old patterns. She
stepped down with her heel, but The Lady had rolled out of the way.
Dragon Lady attacked again, again, but Lestrade had decided
to play cool. This was like when Holmes argued. He would only defend
himself -- occasionally putting in some biting remark, but avoiding or
ignoring until she, or whoever the other person was, was tired and
out of insults. Then he would attack. And since when did Holmes lose
arguments? This could be used in physical fights, too, and Lestrade
was actually capable of it. No matter what Holmes said. Still
smiling, Lestrade tilted her head slightly, letting the turning kick
hit the air.
The Dragon Lady was frustrated. Beth was impatient; she
didn't dodge and defend, she attacked. She was the offensive player.
Always. This wasn't the way things where supposed to go. The lady in
question suddenly kicked Dragon Lady in the stomach and abruptly
ended analysis of her fighting technique.
Holmes smiled; things were looking a bit brighter. He knew
what the dear Inspector was up to, seeing as he was an expert. If
only she would use that when fighting with him, the arguments would
be much more interesting. "Please watch the carpet, girls! I
happen to be rather fond of it."
Moriarty looked at Holmes in wonder. The carpet? Who cared
about the carpet right now?! He shook his head, Lestrade would've
been so much better off staying with him. If only. Unfortunately,
she was already spoken for and 'if onlies' and 'what ifs' weren't
going to change that. Nothing would. He'd help them out of this mess;
then things would be back to normal. No more thinking of the dear
Tennyson inquired about the cavalry once again. Watson's
answer was a negative. Still caught up in fighting and things were not
looking any better. Watson had, though, informed Grayson of the fact
that Moriarty was at the moment on their side. Chief hadn't exactly,
readily agreed but had consented to give the fact some thought. If
he had the time. Tennyson rolled his eyes at this. Oh well. You
can't win them all.
Lestrade dodged once more; she was getting bored. The Dragon
Lady wasn't tiring very quickly and this wasn't Lestrade's style at
all. Giving into temptation, Lestrade lashed out with her fist and
was rewarded with a sharp crack on the knuckles.
The Dragon Lady smiled. Two could play this game. Dear little
Beth was getting bored. She had the girl now.
I am not bored. I am fighting for my life and Holmes'
living room here. Lestrade smiled to herself and rearranged her
nerves. Right! Here we go. Dragon Lady was waiting, waiting for
her to attack. Zed! She had caught on! Oh, well, Dragon Lady was in
for a loooong wait.
Ten minutes went by. The Dragon Lady was getting suspicious.
Beth's patience wasn't this long. Something was up. Yet Lestrade
looked perfectly honest, standing there, inspecting her nails.
Inspecting her nails? That was new, but it was providing such a
beautiful opening. The Dragon Lady attacked, jumping and kicking out
at Beth's head. Then, suddenly, her head wasn't there anymore. It
had been replaced by the fireplace. Then she felt someone attack
from behind her, adding even more force to the momentum carrying her
forward into the brickwork. With a crunch, the Dragon Lady hit the
chimney and slid down into a heap at the edge of the rink. Vaguely
she heard someone counting backwards.
"Three, twwoooooo, ONEEEE!!! You'rreeeeeeeeee out!!!!!!"
Wiggins hugged the closest person, Deidre, and swung her around in
"Ow!!!! Let me go, you great clodpole!"
Lestrade bent down beside The Dragon Lady, and heard her
mumble. "What was that? Curse the person who taught you that, Beth.
I'll admit I wasn't expecting it."
Lestrade smiled and whispered back, "No one expects the
"Spanish Inquisition? I hardly think that it was that bad."
Holmes grinned down at the Inspector, "I must say, though, did you
have to be so hard on the fireplace?"
Lestrade shook her head and stood up. "Thanks. I'll remember
to watch out for it next time I'm in the middle of a life or death
Angel: there you go! (i luv monty python, i'll admit it!)
'We strike with our two main weapons! Our fear and our surprise and
our- No wait! Our three main weapons! Our fear, our surprise, our comfy
chair and our-Could we start this again?' or something like that....
*c.d.*: *We're going to see Lord of the Rings finally!!!!!!!!*
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