Fic: 221B - A Quiet Night
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anarionTitle: A Quiet Night
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: I was alone until you found me
Today's prompt: tap
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A Quiet Night
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It was impossible, but the sound seemed to get louder with every drop.
Sherlock growled and stumbled into the kitchen in order to deal with the dripping tap. Of course this needed to happen in one of the few nights he actually wanted to sleep.
He yawned. He had no idea where the stopcock was. Why would he?
He tried to wrap it with towels, which stopped the noise for a few minutes. Just enough time to go back to bed and close his eyes.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Sherlock shot upright again. He would just have to wake John. He’d probably be angry but wasn’t he the one always complaining that Sherlock didn’t sleep enough?
He went past the impudent tap, and up the stairs. John’s door was slightly ajar so he entered without hesitating (not that a closed door would ever cause him to hesitate).
When he leaned over the sleeping figure to shake him awake, he realised the silence in the room and without further ado (but astoundingly careful) lay down next to John.
John made a soft noise, turned around and extended his hand until his fingers rested against Sherlock’s chest.
Sherlock didn’t sleep that night. He lay there and watched John sleep, and in his heart – still unnoticed – a small fire started to burn.
Next 221b: Clear as Mud
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AN:
Today's prompt was 'tap'.
This one is set pretty early in their timeline, in case that isn't clear... I'm kinda tired and overfed, so my brain isn't working properly tonight.
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:17 pm (UTC)all the love. all of it.
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:49 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Thank you! <3
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:43 pm (UTC)He had no idea where the stopcock was.
And I had no idea what stopcock means in English but it made me snigger shamelessly because of the slashy context. Sorry.
He went past the impudent tap, and up the stairs.
WHAT? SEPARATE ROOMS??? Please tell me it's pre-slash!
*reads the last lines*
Aww. Yes, it's pre-slash. It's adorable. I love this moment of a fic when Sherlock or John understands for the first time that this is not only friendship (yay for your "epiphany tag"!). And I'm very fond of the image of Sherlock watching John while he sleeps. So: thank you, leaking tap! And you say your brain isn't working properly? In a word: pft. :D
P.S. I like the fact that you use a "one bed" tag. You're right, that's deserves a warning! :D
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:47 pm (UTC)To be honest, it was supposed to be 'one bed, sorry no slash'. But stupid LJ puts the tags in alphabetic order...
I had to look up stopcock as well. I mean, I had to find out the English word for the thing. And yes, I snorted. I'm not even sorry. ;)
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Date: 2012-06-10 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-10 07:47 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-06-10 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-11 06:44 am (UTC)(PS: Now that you mention it, the original prompt was 'faucet')
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Date: 2012-06-11 09:52 am (UTC)Best reason for not-sleep ever, huh, Sherlock?
♥
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Date: 2012-06-11 08:43 pm (UTC)You'll soon see how it did for John.
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