Fic: 221B - Like daylight shooting stars

[anarion]

Title: Like daylight shooting stars
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
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: Out of control


Today's prompt: shooting star

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Like daylight shooting stars


“Two weeks, John! You were gone for two weeks.”

John stared at his friend.

“And the only way you could deal with this was by buying a beehive? And setting it up in our living room? What are we going to do with them?”

“It was too quiet in the flat without you, the only thing I could hear were my thoughts. It was... not good. The bees helped. Don’t worry, they’re harmless. And I didn’t buy them, I borrowed them.”

“Oh, that’s a relief.” John shook his head. “Still. What were you thinking? We can’t even close the window.”

“It’s summer. We never close that window in the summer anyway.”

“Speaking of closing, I’m going to close my eyes for a while. Remember that I want to watch the Perseid meteor shower with you tonight. They are supposed to be really beautiful.”

“Isn’t that something one does with a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, do you remember how you got rid of the last one? Bad luck, now you will have to go with me.”

He lay down on the sofa. Sherlock was right though; the bees were calming. He watched them fly in and out of the window and buzzing over his head until he fell asleep to the soft clatter of Sherlock’s equipment and the equally soft humming of the bees.



Next 221b: Face your fear


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AN:
Today's prompt was 'shooting star'.

I was not really happy with the 221B I wrote for this prompt, but then I saw mazarin221b's tumblr post with this picture (she was prompting people to use the little image cubes for a story) and everything fell into place:










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Comments

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

“Two weeks, John! You were gone for two weeks.”
Aha! Sex on the horizon!
John stared at his friend.
His what? Damn.

It was too quiet in the flat without you, the only thing I could hear were my thoughts. It was... not good.
I love this explanation. And there's so much hidden angst behind this sober It was... not good.

“Yeah, do you remember how you got rid of the last one? Bad luck, now you will have to go with me."
AHA! SEX ON THE HORIZON! (I mean... one day!)

I think it should be "the Perseid (with a capital but without a "s") meteor shower". :-)