12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles - Happy Birthday, Sherlock Holmes
Summary: A series of 200 word drabbles for the 2017 12 Days of Sherlolly.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Twelve - (“Staircase” submitted by @rewil)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Happy Birthday, Sherlock Holmes
The year before he had celebrated his birthday with a barely touched piece of cake in a busy shop and a softly whispered “Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes” from Molly just after she’d ordered him off to bed and settled in for another long night of babysitting the recovering addict.
So much had changed since then.
He found himself hesitating at the bottom of the staircase leading up to his rooms, knowing that the unnatural stillness above meant people intent on surprising him with a party.
He could back out, silently slip through the front door and spend the night elsewhere. Anywhere.
His parents would be up there. Probably Mycroft, just long enough to appease Mummy. Not Lady Smallwood, Mycroft took great pains to keep her far away from his family.
There would be Lestrade and possibly a few other detectives who asked for his help on occasion. Mrs Hudson. John and Rosie.
Molly.
She’d have a gift this year. Something inexpensive but heartfelt, offered after everyone else had gone.
Another softly whispered “Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes.”
Only this time, when he went to bed, he wouldn’t be alone.
He climbed the staircase and immediately sought out the woman he loved.
Rating: G
A/N - Day Twelve - (“Staircase” submitted by @rewil)
12 Days of Sherlolly Drabbles
Happy Birthday, Sherlock Holmes
The year before he had celebrated his birthday with a barely touched piece of cake in a busy shop and a softly whispered “Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes” from Molly just after she’d ordered him off to bed and settled in for another long night of babysitting the recovering addict.
So much had changed since then.
He found himself hesitating at the bottom of the staircase leading up to his rooms, knowing that the unnatural stillness above meant people intent on surprising him with a party.
He could back out, silently slip through the front door and spend the night elsewhere. Anywhere.
His parents would be up there. Probably Mycroft, just long enough to appease Mummy. Not Lady Smallwood, Mycroft took great pains to keep her far away from his family.
There would be Lestrade and possibly a few other detectives who asked for his help on occasion. Mrs Hudson. John and Rosie.
Molly.
She’d have a gift this year. Something inexpensive but heartfelt, offered after everyone else had gone.
Another softly whispered “Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes.”
Only this time, when he went to bed, he wouldn’t be alone.
He climbed the staircase and immediately sought out the woman he loved.