Fic: 221B - Conditioned
And the second one. The inspiration to this 221B was -as almost always- my wonderful muse Verity, who never gets tired of showering me with beautiful b-words! :)
Title: Conditioned
Words: surprisingly enough 221
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters are not mine and no money is made (that would be sooo cool!).
Summary: crack, John cannot escape Sherlock's grip
221B - Conditioned
No, he would not react!
John was sitting at the desk in their parlour, updating his blog. Sherlock was in his room, doing God knows what. But apparently he needed John’s help for something, because he shouted his name twice the last twenty seconds.
Then his mobile buzzed. The message said ‘John.’
John slammed the mobile on the table and tried to concentrate on his blog. Sherlock was not in danger and probably only bored. He could easily walk the fifteen steps from his room if he needed something.
Then there was a crash.
John suspected that Sherlock smashed one of the mugs he didn't like against the wall. John never figured out why, but Sherlock's dislike was so obvious one could almost taste it.
Now he heard movement. He was glad that he checked that the gun was safe in place earlier. Then he remembered the crossbow. Relict of an old case.
And - expectably - there was the swishing sound and the soft thud of a crossbow being fired.
John rolled his eyes. Mrs Hudson would be furious about the new holes in the wall.
Then... Silence.
Blog forgotten, John tried to figure out what Sherlock was up to now. Finally curiosity won out.
When he saw Sherlock’s grin he realized that he had reacted exactly as Sherlock planned. Oh, bollocks!
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