Welcome! (Prompting: part i)

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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.

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Re: Fill: Conventional Wisdom 2/?

[marill_chan]

John seriously considered making a video for blackmail, as Sherlock was currently trying to balance the pillow on his head, but decided to hold off. Maybe later, once Sherlock was a little more consenting.

“Do you need anything, Sherlock?” he asked. If not, he was going to change into some more comfortable clothes and then possibly help Sherlock into some pyjamas.

Sherlock looked at him, the pillow falling to the side. He said something unintelligible.

“What was that?” John wondered, getting close to Sherlock’s face.

“I need a hug,” Sherlock said, a little louder.

John nearly fell over, balanced as he was between his two widespread knees. He was amazed at how candid Sherlock was being with him. Recovering his wits, John said, “All right. Of course you can have a hug, Sherlock.” He gently patted Sherlock on the back with his right arm, affecting a kind of side hug. Sherlock seemed satisfied.

John got back to his feet. “I’m just going to change, Sherlock,” he said. “I‘ll only take a minute.”

Sherlock had become fascinated by the afghan on the couch. “What’s with all these threads?” he said, astounded.

John chuckled and went off to his room to change.

--

When John returned, Mrs. Hudson was sitting next to Sherlock, a little tray of tea and soup balanced on her lap. “Just take some tea, Sherlock. It’ll be good for your throat.”

Sherlock was turned away like a stubborn child. “No,” he growled.

“Sherlock,” said John, warningly. He crossed the room to stand next to Mrs. Hudson. “What are you doing?”

“She’s trying to poison me,” Sherlock insisted. “I could tell because the tea is taupe, when it should be sepia.”

Mrs. Hudson just shrugged and shook her head, passing the tray off to John on her way out.

“Regardless of the shade of brown the tea is, you should drink it,” John said. “You haven’t eaten or drank anything for almost twenty-four hours. You have to get something in your stomach so you can recover.”

“No,” Sherlock pouted.

John held the porcelain teacup closer to Sherlock’s face. “Here, just open your mouth and take it.”

“That’s what she said,” Sherlock snickered.

John sighed. “God…”

Re: Fill: Conventional Wisdom 2/?

[heretherebefic]

As someone who got decidedly loopy herself after wisdom teeth removal, I thank you for writing this. XD

Also, Sherlock Holmes making a "That's what she said" joke has made my life.

Re: Fill: Conventional Wisdom 2/?

[captain_pihkal]

XD out of it sherlock is hilarable!!!
loool if he starts adding "..in bed" to everythin john says someone will probably poison him for real XD

Re: Fill: Conventional Wisdom 4/4

[marill_chan]

The tea cup was empty and half the broth had been sipped. Watson counted this as an immense victory. Afterwards, he managed to coax Sherlock into a pair of blue cotton pyjamas and then underneath the blankets on the sofa. The meds from the dentist’s office were obviously beginning to wear off as Sherlock began spending less time staring at his own fingers and more time complaining about the pain.

“John, seriously, I want to die,” he said, deadpan. “Please will you bring me my gun and let me shoot myself.” Not a question.

“The doctor prescribed you some very strong Ibuprofen, if you’d like to swallow one,” John offered.

“I think I feel stitches,” Sherlock said, lisping as his tongue was occupied probing the sides of his mouth. “I don’t remember reading anything about stitches.”

“Perfectly normal and routine,” John replied, rubbing the medicine bottle between his hands, as Sherlock had yet to reach for it. “They’re the breakaway kind, so you won’t have to get someone to remove them or anything.”

“I think I know how to remove stitches,” Sherlock snapped.

“Regardless, these will fall out on their own after a while,” John added, not letting Sherlock goad him into an ill temper. When minorly injured or ill, Sherlock was basically a child in a man’s awkward body. John just treated him like he would any child he saw in the paediatric units. “Why don’t you try and get a nap?” he suggested.

Sherlock buried himself up to his neck in his blanket. “Fine,” he muttered. After a moment, he added, “I will have one or two of those pills…”

John gladly obliged him, along with a glass of water. After Sherlock had downed two of the large pills, John started off toward the kitchen with the empty glass and the other dishes in the area.

“John…” Sherlock pleaded, quietly.

“Hmm?” John said, turning back around.

“Where’s my phone?”

John smiled and fished the phone out of his shirt pocket and gave it over to Sherlock. Sherlock might have muttered “thank you,” but it was hard to tell. John went on to the kitchen to clean up.

“John!” came the voice from the living room. “Why does my phone have a picture of me with a teacup on my head??”

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The end. ^^

Re: Fill: Conventional Wisdom 4/4

[marill_chan]

I was so out of it after having my wisdom teeth out! My family says that I growled at everyone we passed as they wheeled me from the doctor's office into the car.

This was hilarious! Loopy!Sherlock is adorable.

Re: Fill: Conventional Wisdom 4/4

[caliena]

I had my wisdom teeth removed some years ago and I am pretty sure I was never SO out of it.
What kind of drugs did they give him anyway?

Hillarious and epic win kind of story you managed here XD