New Experiments
Title: New experiments
Author: isha_chan
Rating: PG
Pairing: no paring, just flatmates
Word Count: ~450
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, no money is made out of it and so on. you know the drill.
Summary: Another one of Sherlock's experiments.
Notes: This it not beta-d, and was written within a bit more than an hour. It's my first Sherlock-fic. All mistakes are not made on purpose. I wanted to write something but didn't know how to start. So I found on my computer an old file I saved a while ago with promts. The first was "Beginnings" (thanks to the unknown com I found this on). That's what came out of it.
„John?“ Sherlock doesn’t waste a move in turning his head and let the stove out of sight. John will come, no doubt about that.
“Yes?” He hears from far behind him. Way too far.
So he pretends to not have heard and repeats a bit more quiet: “John?” With a satisfied small quirk of his lip he hears footsteps approaching.
“What?” John says a bit more annoyed. He gets into Sherlock’s focus and waits.
“Have a look.” Sherlock lifts the spoon and offers him whatever he’s experimenting with at the moment.
John takes a step back and raises a hand. “I will not be a part of your experiments.”
Sherlock turns back to the pot and stirs whatever’s in there.
“What are you experimenting with? It smells somehow familiar.” John steps closer and takes in a deep breath. “Is that tomato?”
“There’s tomato in it.” He keeps on stirring and from time to time he throws green little pieces in the pot, too. He lifts the spoon again and wants to taste it himself when John catches his hand.
“What do you think you’re doing? You don’t know what it will do to you!” Resolute he takes the spoon out of Sherlock’s hand and washes it under running water. Then John takes the pot and wants to wash it clean, too.
Sherlock mutters: “I was expecting it will fill out stomachs.”
John stops suddenly and looks confused. “Wait a minute. What are you saying? Oh... don’t tell me... you cooked? That stuff in the pot is soup?”
“I’d say so. But if you still want to call it experiment you can do. I’m not hungry anymore. Put it in the trash. In the end you’re right and it was an experiment.” Sherlock leaves the kitchen and throws himself on the couch facing the wall.
John still stares at the red soup and at the pouting flatmate. With a smile he takes two spoons and dishes and goes into the living room. “Why didn’t you tell me before? I could have helped.”
“Didn’t want you to.” He mumbles in the couch. “I’m perfectly capable of making dinner myself. I just never do.”
“But you did now. And I didn’t expect that.” John puts the things down and goes back to fetch the soup.
When he’s back Sherlock sits on the couch, looking outraged. “Did you really think I would do you some harm? On purpose, I mean?”
John shakes his head. “No, you wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t think that far. I’m an idiot.”
Sherlock mutters: “It’s okay. Practically everyone is.” Then he gets up to eat with John and quick as that, John is forgiven.
Author: isha_chan
Rating: PG
Pairing: no paring, just flatmates
Word Count: ~450
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, no money is made out of it and so on. you know the drill.
Summary: Another one of Sherlock's experiments.
Notes: This it not beta-d, and was written within a bit more than an hour. It's my first Sherlock-fic. All mistakes are not made on purpose. I wanted to write something but didn't know how to start. So I found on my computer an old file I saved a while ago with promts. The first was "Beginnings" (thanks to the unknown com I found this on). That's what came out of it.
„John?“ Sherlock doesn’t waste a move in turning his head and let the stove out of sight. John will come, no doubt about that.
“Yes?” He hears from far behind him. Way too far.
So he pretends to not have heard and repeats a bit more quiet: “John?” With a satisfied small quirk of his lip he hears footsteps approaching.
“What?” John says a bit more annoyed. He gets into Sherlock’s focus and waits.
“Have a look.” Sherlock lifts the spoon and offers him whatever he’s experimenting with at the moment.
John takes a step back and raises a hand. “I will not be a part of your experiments.”
Sherlock turns back to the pot and stirs whatever’s in there.
“What are you experimenting with? It smells somehow familiar.” John steps closer and takes in a deep breath. “Is that tomato?”
“There’s tomato in it.” He keeps on stirring and from time to time he throws green little pieces in the pot, too. He lifts the spoon again and wants to taste it himself when John catches his hand.
“What do you think you’re doing? You don’t know what it will do to you!” Resolute he takes the spoon out of Sherlock’s hand and washes it under running water. Then John takes the pot and wants to wash it clean, too.
Sherlock mutters: “I was expecting it will fill out stomachs.”
John stops suddenly and looks confused. “Wait a minute. What are you saying? Oh... don’t tell me... you cooked? That stuff in the pot is soup?”
“I’d say so. But if you still want to call it experiment you can do. I’m not hungry anymore. Put it in the trash. In the end you’re right and it was an experiment.” Sherlock leaves the kitchen and throws himself on the couch facing the wall.
John still stares at the red soup and at the pouting flatmate. With a smile he takes two spoons and dishes and goes into the living room. “Why didn’t you tell me before? I could have helped.”
“Didn’t want you to.” He mumbles in the couch. “I’m perfectly capable of making dinner myself. I just never do.”
“But you did now. And I didn’t expect that.” John puts the things down and goes back to fetch the soup.
When he’s back Sherlock sits on the couch, looking outraged. “Did you really think I would do you some harm? On purpose, I mean?”
John shakes his head. “No, you wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t think that far. I’m an idiot.”
Sherlock mutters: “It’s okay. Practically everyone is.” Then he gets up to eat with John and quick as that, John is forgiven.