Fic: 221B - Green Thumb
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anarionTitle: Green Thumb
Words: 221
Rating: PG-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by
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atlinmerrick.Previous 221b: An Error in Judgement
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Green Thumb
Do you ever wonder why there are no plants in 221B?
Sherlock does not really care for plants (boring!) and John thinks his life is complicated enough already with keeping his flatmate alive.
When he was younger John actually enjoyed growing plants and gardening. The only gardening Sherlock ever did was to plant a cannabis plantation in his mother’s garden. Just because.
He tried to start cultivating poisonous plants, but John put his foot down on that one.
The only time there were plants in the flat, it came as a surprise to everyone.
One evening, coming home from Angelo’s, they found 35 plants standing in the living room. John turned around and glared at Sherlock.
“What? Why are you looking at me?”
“Why am I looking at you? Because every time something like this happens, it is your fault.” (It wasn’t this time though. A florist was just now trying to figure out where his merchandise had gone.)
“Oh, look a Drosera capensis!”
Sherlock pointed to a little green thing sitting on the windowsill, right next to the jar with the deformed murine foetus in formaldehyde. (Don’t ask.)
“A what?”
“A carnivorous plant. Can I...?
“No, Sherlock. We are giving them back first thing tomorrow.”
“John.”
“No. We don’t keep poisonous plants in the flat and certainly none that bite.”
Next 221b: Bad Days
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AN:
Today's prompt was 'plants'.
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Date: 2012-05-11 08:12 pm (UTC)Yes. And the answer is obvious. It's because the atmosphere is too much HOT, even for tropical plants.
Sherlock does not really care for plants (boring!) and John thinks his life is complicated enough already with keeping his flatmate alive.
*giggles*
“Why am I looking at you? Because every time something like this happens, it is your fault.”
It seems Sherlock is for John what Verity is for certain fanfic writers. :D
*looks at your current mood*
This is promising! (Er, fic-wise, I mean.)
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Date: 2012-05-11 10:43 pm (UTC)I was just debating whether to add something a bit risqué to Monday's chapter, but now I think I shan't bother. 'Fault' indeed. *sniffs*
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Date: 2012-05-11 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-12 09:27 am (UTC)If there isn't something risqué in the next chapter, I will personally come over to France and um... shake you. Yes.
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Date: 2012-05-12 09:28 am (UTC)Oy! Watch what you're saying here!
*glances around if Verity is gone*
Hahaha, you are brilliant! And it's so true! :)
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Date: 2012-05-11 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-12 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
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