Sherlock fic: Maintain A Restful Environment (2019 JWP #9)
Title: Maintain A Restful Environment
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG, sleep interruptions, inconsiderate flatmates, series 1,
Word Count: 221B
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for
watsons_woes 2019 July Writing Prompt #9 - On your left: "The object closest to you on your left is now your prompt." I was in bed when this new post alert came in, so it was a pillow.
Summary: John was obstinately in bed; he had slept in literal war zones. This was nothing.
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Maintain A Restful Environment
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It must be an electric saw. Or a blender. Or God only knew what, but it was well past midnight and the whatever-it-was growled intermittently from the kitchen.
John was obstinately in bed; he had slept in literal war zones. This was nothing.
GrararararararREEEEeeenk-
Cursing, John buried his head under his pillow, blocking his ears. It wasn't like this was urgent experimentation to find an abducted child or stop a serial killer. There were no cases on at all. Sherlock was just downstairs sciencing things out of boredom as usual. At quarter to one in the morning.
John's surgery shift started at six. His sleep would not be interrupted or disturbed for anything. "I am absolutely not getting out of bed. I am sleeping, and nothing on this Earth could possibly get me to-"
SKREEEEAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWAAAWAAAAAWWWAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWRK! The unholy noise vibrated up the legs of his bed and up through the mattress. His teeth buzzed.
"Right then," John snarled, throwing aside the blanket. He stomped out of bed toward the door, but then stopped. With an abrupt about-face John snatched the pillow, taking it with him as he headed downstairs.
Whether the pillow would be muffling the noise directly, beating Sherlock about the ears, or suffocating the noisy bastard, John was utterly certain it would be both cathartic and beneficial.
-.-.-
(that's it)
My entries list for 2019 JWP
Originally posted at Dreamwidth. if you want to, you can comment there with your LJ account using OpenID.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG, sleep interruptions, inconsiderate flatmates, series 1,
Word Count: 221B
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for
watsons_woes 2019 July Writing Prompt #9 - On your left: "The object closest to you on your left is now your prompt." I was in bed when this new post alert came in, so it was a pillow.
Summary: John was obstinately in bed; he had slept in literal war zones. This was nothing.
-.-
Maintain A Restful Environment
-.-
It must be an electric saw. Or a blender. Or God only knew what, but it was well past midnight and the whatever-it-was growled intermittently from the kitchen.
John was obstinately in bed; he had slept in literal war zones. This was nothing.
GrararararararREEEEeeenk-
Cursing, John buried his head under his pillow, blocking his ears. It wasn't like this was urgent experimentation to find an abducted child or stop a serial killer. There were no cases on at all. Sherlock was just downstairs sciencing things out of boredom as usual. At quarter to one in the morning.
John's surgery shift started at six. His sleep would not be interrupted or disturbed for anything. "I am absolutely not getting out of bed. I am sleeping, and nothing on this Earth could possibly get me to-"
SKREEEEAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWAAAWAAAAAWWWAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWRK! The unholy noise vibrated up the legs of his bed and up through the mattress. His teeth buzzed.
"Right then," John snarled, throwing aside the blanket. He stomped out of bed toward the door, but then stopped. With an abrupt about-face John snatched the pillow, taking it with him as he headed downstairs.
Whether the pillow would be muffling the noise directly, beating Sherlock about the ears, or suffocating the noisy bastard, John was utterly certain it would be both cathartic and beneficial.
-.-.-
(that's it)
My entries list for 2019 JWP
Originally posted at Dreamwidth. if you want to, you can comment there with your LJ account using OpenID.