221b - Feathering the nest

[anarion]

Title: Feathering the nest
Words: 221
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.




Previous 221b: The fungus gnats saga

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Feathering the nest

It was a grey morning and John was sitting on the sofa, slowly drinking his tea.

There was a box with chocolate on the table next to him. He eyed it with suspicion. Left by a client? Poisoned? An experiment?

There was a sound from Sherlock’s bedroom as if he just fell out of bed and soon after he came stumbling into the living room, his dressing gown open and a feather in his hair. He looked soft and imperfect and... slightly panicked?

“Are you leaving?”

“For work? In about ten minutes. Why?”

“I.. um... there is... I mean, the chocolates are for you.”

“Why?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day and since you don’t have someone to spend it with...”

“Yes, thank you for bringing it up. That brightened my morning extremely...”

Sherlock looked pained and John was so confused by this, that his irritation left.

“So you got me chocolate?”

“No, of course not.”

“So you didn’t get me chocolate?”

“Yes. No. I have to go.”

John was even more confused when Sherlock suddenly turned and vanished into the bathroom.

He did have to admit though, after a long day of work and walking home in a rainstorm, when he was sitting on the sofa eating the chocolates and listening to Sherlock playing a weird jazz version of ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’ that in the end his day was brightened.





Next 221b: Not something to write home about

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AN: Verity Burns said 'chocolate, feather or rainbow'. I combined all three and wrote two different 221bs with them. This is number 1. :)












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Comments

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

his dressing gown open
*gasps* Does he wear something under his gown?

and a feather in his—
Oh my God.

—hair
Oh. Er, yes, that's exactly what I had in mind. *averts her eyes*

He did have to admit though, after a long day of work and walking home in a rainstorm, when he was sitting on the sofa eating the chocolates and listening to Sherlock playing a weird jazz version of ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’ that in the end his day was brightened.
Mine would be too. I mean, CHOCOLATE. :D

This is number 1.
Number 2 will be slash, right? *lives in hope* Sherlock will wear nothing under his gown and he'll have a feather in his, er, hand. Ahem.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Oh. Er, yes, that's exactly what I had in mind. *averts her eyes*

Do I want to know where you thought he had the feather??? o.O

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Where the sun doesn't shine.
SHERLOCK: Look John , I'm a peacock!
JOHN: Oh my God.