Fic: 221B - A Quiet Night

[anarion]

Title: 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 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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