Fic: 221B - Truly, madly, deeply
Title: Truly, madly, deeply
Words: 221
Rating: PG
Pairings : Sherlock/John friendship or slash, whatever you want to see in it
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Truly, madly, deeply
Life with this man is a madhouse. Why am I still here?
He just blew up the kitchen table with his latest experiment, shouted something unintelligible at me and stormed off.
He wakes me up at all times, constantly borrows my things and drags me into all kinds of crazy situations.
Not to mention the stunt he pulled when he fell into the Thames, scaring me half to death because he didn’t resurface for five minutes. Turns out Sherlock knows how to freedive and is able to go up to eight minutes.
Then there are the weirder things, like when he had his arse thoroughly groped by a twenty-eight stone sumo on a dramatically lit dance floor. I am still waiting for an explanation on that one.
Oh, or that time when he decided to modify my phone because he thought I wasn't responding fast enough to texts, so it gave me a small electric shock everytime I took too long to answer.
So why am I still here?
The door flies open, my very own lunatic comes rushing in, smiling that smile that he only smiles for me, and I know why I’m still here.
“Sherlock. The kitchen is a danger zone - again. Lestrade called five times. And do I even want to know why on earth your hair is blue?”
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AN: This one is for chocolamousse because it's her birthday and she is awesome.
Happy birthday, darling!
Of course I wanted to write you something porny, but my muse wasn't willing. Then I heard that Ari and Verity have that covered, so I decided that something to laugh is fine as well.
My muse is a little difficult at the moment, she is throwing ideas at me left, right and centre wherever I go, but when I take time and sit her down to work with me she starts pouting and being uncooperative. *sighs*
She seems to be in her teens right now...
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