Elementary Drabble: A Handful (JWP#9)
Title: A Handful
Fandom: Elementary
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13, mice, implied scientific experimentation on animals.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 130
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #9: Please don't pet the test subjects. I am behind on Elementary, so I apologize if this is wildly ooc. Written on my phone will correct errors later.
Summary: Marcus tries to make a furry little friend.
A Handful
"Please don't pet the test subjects, Detective Bell."
"My sisters had gerbils, Joan. I know how to handle them."
"Mus musculus not gerbils." Sherlock muttered from across the room. "Test subjects, not pets."
The mouse made happy buzzing sounds, eyes half closed in pleasure as Marcus scratched its head. "You gonna kill these mice for science Holmes, I don't wanna know."
"Oh, it's not the mouse you should be concerned about." Joan said.
Marcus froze, regarding the mouse in sudden trepidation. "Is it rabid?"
"No."
The mouse squeaked at Marcus, squirming and blinking dark shiny eyes. "Contagious?"
"Nope."
"Then what's wrong with them?"
A warm trickle moistened Marcus's palm. "Eucgh!" he exclaimed, putting the mouse back into the cage and heading for the sink.
Sherlock smirked. "They're incontinent."
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(that's it)
Fandom: Elementary
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG13, mice, implied scientific experimentation on animals.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 130
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for watsons_woes July Writing Prompt #9: Please don't pet the test subjects. I am behind on Elementary, so I apologize if this is wildly ooc. Written on my phone will correct errors later.
Summary: Marcus tries to make a furry little friend.
A Handful
"Please don't pet the test subjects, Detective Bell."
"My sisters had gerbils, Joan. I know how to handle them."
"Mus musculus not gerbils." Sherlock muttered from across the room. "Test subjects, not pets."
The mouse made happy buzzing sounds, eyes half closed in pleasure as Marcus scratched its head. "You gonna kill these mice for science Holmes, I don't wanna know."
"Oh, it's not the mouse you should be concerned about." Joan said.
Marcus froze, regarding the mouse in sudden trepidation. "Is it rabid?"
"No."
The mouse squeaked at Marcus, squirming and blinking dark shiny eyes. "Contagious?"
"Nope."
"Then what's wrong with them?"
A warm trickle moistened Marcus's palm. "Eucgh!" he exclaimed, putting the mouse back into the cage and heading for the sink.
Sherlock smirked. "They're incontinent."
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(that's it)