Fic: 221B - Washed ashore

[anarion]

Title: Washed ashore
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: Things on the to-do list of life


Today's prompt: fun

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Washed ashore


What do Sherlock and John do for fun? Oh, their work is (mostly) fun to them, but that’s not what I mean.

Sherlock loves his experiments, research on all kinds of stuff, the more disgusting the better. He reads the newspaper because he is looking for crime. John reads the newspaper because he wants to know what happens in the world.

John likes books. Fiction, which Sherlock thinks is a waste of time. He likes to meet Greg for a pint or Stamford for a coffee.

One thing they have in common? Sex. Oh yes. They do this for fun.

But apart from that? Not so much. Usually they’re both fine with it, sitting on the sofa each wrapped up in something to read and in each other.

One morning John decided that he wanted them to have a ‘joint activity’. He made Sherlock go for a walk with him.

They walked down to South Bank and watched the sand artists for a while. Before Sherlock could get mean, John walked down the stairs to see if something interesting had washed up on the shore.

Sherlock shuffled behind him, seemingly uninterested, until he suddenly exclaimed something and started picking up things.

John walked closer to take a look and laughed out loud. Trust Sherlock to find the bones on the beach.





Next 221b: Distraction


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'fun'.

LJ was wonky yesterday, hope it's better today. In case you missed my post, there was car!sex. :D

The bone beach actually exists. Atlin and I amused a bunch of passers-by because we collected all the bones we found and tried to build a skeleton.











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Comments

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Yes! And at home she puts them under her microscope and tries to deduce the cause of death.

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Wait. She's got a microscope? All right, let's suppose she has. And then she's very disappointed because Martin Freeman is not there when she says, "Pass me my phone." The said phone being in her jacket, of course. The jacket she is wearing.

[anarion.livejournal.com]

*imagines John gropping for a phone in her jacket*

*goes off to her happy place*

[rox712.livejournal.com]

I realy like the way you think!