aston martin v8 vantage s

Six sentence sunday

Due to an infelicitous combination of precipitous labor, a dead zone in the mobile network, and an enormous jellyfish in the tide pools at Sussex, John had delivered his own daughter while pulled over to the side of the M25.  He’d wrapped the tiny, perfect Rosie in his jacket and handed her over to her mother.  Mary had been crying, John had been crying, Rosie had been crying, Sherlock had been… well, faintly traumatized-looking, but also misty, and up until this moment John would say that the moment there had been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Mrs. Hudson’s red Aston Martin Vantage V8 was making him reevaluate that opinion.  John wasn’t even a cars guy, really, it was just so… shiny.


the perfect sportscar for gentlemen!