Slightly irritable, JWP #5, 2015
Title: Slightly irritable.
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC Sherlock
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade.
Relationship/Pairing: none
Summary: Lestrade learns a thing or two from second hand experience.
Content warning: Slight curse word and bad moods.
Word Count: 357
Author note: silly fic, though I cannot deny that I enjoy it... annnd betaed by the magnificent capt_facepalm of course!!!
JWP, July 5th. Prompt: Note to self. Anything from a pencil jot on a paper cuff or a string on a finger to a modern sticky note or a cell phone alarm. Doesn't matter who the writer is, so long as there's something he/she need a reminder for.
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Lestrade was about to knock on 221 Baker Street when the door swung inward and he was suddenly face to face with Mrs Hudson.
"Oh sorry, love! You're here to see Sherlock? Please come in, he just arrived; though I fear John is slightly irritable. I'm going out for a bit, have fun!” Mrs Hudson quickly hailed a cab and was off.
The policeman considered this before shrugging and silently mounting up the stair to 221B when what sounded like a shouting contest stopped him dead.
"Why, Sherlock? Why can’t you be slightly more considerate to me? I mean, I have gone to jail for you, have unwillingly been subjected to your horrible experiments, and have saved you a small fortune in medical care, manservants and publicity!” John voice sounded as if he was about to grow hair and claws at any moment.
"Well, if you had been so kind as to remind me with a post-it, perhaps, or sent a text so I could detour to..." If Lestrade had not known better, he would say that Sherlock was truly sounding defensive.
"Remind you? I'm going to kill you! I texted you fourteen times to tell you what I wanted! And aren't you supposed to be a bloody genius, Sherlock? Why can't you remember that all I needed were aspirins, black tea, and some crisps?"
"I think you are overreacting a bit, John. Perhaps this is a side effect of the latest serum I had you test. It's not my fault that your cravings for crisps have turned you into such a monster! No stop, stop! I'll go; I prefer to fulfil your stupid demands to listening to Mrs Hudson yelling at me for letting you get up and move about with a broken foot."
And that would be as close to an admission of defeat as anyone but John would ever hear from the great consultant detective. "I'll be back.”
"See that you do, T-800"
"What?"
"Nothing. Go!"
Greg swiftly turned around and got into his car. It was a cold case anyway; he could always come back tomorrow… loaded with crisps, obviously.
Author: rojo3131
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC Sherlock
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade.
Relationship/Pairing: none
Summary: Lestrade learns a thing or two from second hand experience.
Content warning: Slight curse word and bad moods.
Word Count: 357
Author note: silly fic, though I cannot deny that I enjoy it... annnd betaed by the magnificent capt_facepalm of course!!!
JWP, July 5th. Prompt: Note to self. Anything from a pencil jot on a paper cuff or a string on a finger to a modern sticky note or a cell phone alarm. Doesn't matter who the writer is, so long as there's something he/she need a reminder for.
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Lestrade was about to knock on 221 Baker Street when the door swung inward and he was suddenly face to face with Mrs Hudson.
"Oh sorry, love! You're here to see Sherlock? Please come in, he just arrived; though I fear John is slightly irritable. I'm going out for a bit, have fun!” Mrs Hudson quickly hailed a cab and was off.
The policeman considered this before shrugging and silently mounting up the stair to 221B when what sounded like a shouting contest stopped him dead.
"Why, Sherlock? Why can’t you be slightly more considerate to me? I mean, I have gone to jail for you, have unwillingly been subjected to your horrible experiments, and have saved you a small fortune in medical care, manservants and publicity!” John voice sounded as if he was about to grow hair and claws at any moment.
"Well, if you had been so kind as to remind me with a post-it, perhaps, or sent a text so I could detour to..." If Lestrade had not known better, he would say that Sherlock was truly sounding defensive.
"Remind you? I'm going to kill you! I texted you fourteen times to tell you what I wanted! And aren't you supposed to be a bloody genius, Sherlock? Why can't you remember that all I needed were aspirins, black tea, and some crisps?"
"I think you are overreacting a bit, John. Perhaps this is a side effect of the latest serum I had you test. It's not my fault that your cravings for crisps have turned you into such a monster! No stop, stop! I'll go; I prefer to fulfil your stupid demands to listening to Mrs Hudson yelling at me for letting you get up and move about with a broken foot."
And that would be as close to an admission of defeat as anyone but John would ever hear from the great consultant detective. "I'll be back.”
"See that you do, T-800"
"What?"
"Nothing. Go!"
Greg swiftly turned around and got into his car. It was a cold case anyway; he could always come back tomorrow… loaded with crisps, obviously.