12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles - Chorus Elf Number Four
Summary: A series of 200 word drabbles for the 2017 12 Days of Sherlolly.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Five - (“Elf”- submitted by @limajoro)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Chorus Elf Number Four
“Oh my goodness, isn’t she the cutest thing you have ever seen?” Mrs Hudson cooed at the sight of little Rosie Watson awkwardly pirouetting across the small stage in a green and red tutu.
Rosie wobbled and very nearly knocked over one of the other dancing elves. “Adorable,” Sherlock drawled. “I still don’t understand why I-“
Molly nudged his shin with her foot and he stopped talking. She leaned into his arm, causing the uncomfortable plastic chair she was sitting on to creak ominously. “Because this is her first ballet recital and none of us would dare miss it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Sherlock whispered back. “I only agreed to come because John promised there would be cake after.”
Molly rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the stage, but he noticed that she was smiling.
Perhaps, after celebrating Rosie’s theatrical debut as chorus elf number four, he would offer to walk Molly home. He rather liked the thought of spending the rest of the evening in her company.
Rosie performed a mighty leap that took her, at most, two centimetres off the ground and Molly grabbed his hand in excitement.
Sherlock took it again on the walk back.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Five - (“Elf”- submitted by @limajoro)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Chorus Elf Number Four
“Oh my goodness, isn’t she the cutest thing you have ever seen?” Mrs Hudson cooed at the sight of little Rosie Watson awkwardly pirouetting across the small stage in a green and red tutu.
Rosie wobbled and very nearly knocked over one of the other dancing elves. “Adorable,” Sherlock drawled. “I still don’t understand why I-“
Molly nudged his shin with her foot and he stopped talking. She leaned into his arm, causing the uncomfortable plastic chair she was sitting on to creak ominously. “Because this is her first ballet recital and none of us would dare miss it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Sherlock whispered back. “I only agreed to come because John promised there would be cake after.”
Molly rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the stage, but he noticed that she was smiling.
Perhaps, after celebrating Rosie’s theatrical debut as chorus elf number four, he would offer to walk Molly home. He rather liked the thought of spending the rest of the evening in her company.
Rosie performed a mighty leap that took her, at most, two centimetres off the ground and Molly grabbed his hand in excitement.
Sherlock took it again on the walk back.