Summertime
Jul. 23rd, 2012 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade
Rating: G
Word Count: 215
Prompt: one of the four seasons; winter, summer, spring, or autumn
Notes: Written rapidly for the seventh day of the July Writing Prompts on

Follows on directly from The Game is Afoot
They managed to find four seats together and as they sat down John realised that Greg was humming to himself.
“Really, Greg, Cliff Richard?” John remarked.
“Sorry. It’s just that being hassled onto a train reminded me of going on holiday when we were kids. You know, buckets and spades, dad being grumpy and harassed, mum worrying whether she’d made enough sandwiches for the journey, little sister threatening to be sick with all the excitement. And Cliff Richard singing Summer Holiday.”
“Of course. I remember one year my sister singing Mungo Jerry’s In the Summertime, over and over again.” Molly looked puzzled, so John obligingly sang a few bars. “Drove my parents up the wall. Although on reflection that was probably intentional.”
“I always loved Summer Nights from Grease,” Molly joined in. “You can laugh at me if you want to, but the idea of meeting someone on holiday and then suddenly getting to see them every day seemed really romantic when I was little. And even now whenever I hear it I’m reminded of being at home and dancing in the garden with my cousins.”
They all looked at Sherlock. “Clearly Gershwin’s Summertime. Mycroft has Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong performing it on vinyl. But enough of frivolities; I have business to conduct.”