Fill - Double Dose, Part 2clindor1306February 14 2011, 18:37:11 UTC
“Please don't mention Anderson again, John.” Sherlock's voice rang out as he stepped into the kitchen and dropped two bags of shopping onto the table. “Rory's sick enough already.”
“You've been gone a while.” John commented, opening the shopping bags and sliding the box of Cheerios in Rory's direction.
“Ran into Mycroft.” Sherlock replied with a grimace. “You will be pleased to know Lucy will be starting her new job as an administrative assistant in some government office or another tomorrow morning, and Ben will be starting work in the kitchens. They are currently residing in a police safe house maintained by Mycroft.”
“Lucy?” Rory asked, staring at his brother.
“Not Lucy Proek.” Sherlock said. “Lucy and Ben are - were - two of my homeless friends who kept an eye on you while you were on the streets. They realised how much danger you could be in so watched over you until I found you.”
“Why the hell does Mycroft have a safe house?” Rory asked, looking horrified.
“He keeps it for me.” Sherlock said simply, placing the apple juice in the fridge and pulling a permanent marker from his pocket to mark the one with the tongue with a large X. “He used to lock me in it in an attempt to get me clean.”
“Awww.” Rory cooed mockingly, standing up and flinging an arm around Sherlock's shoulders. “Aren't you special. He keeps a special little anti-drug den just for you. You know, in Mycroft-world, that's practically a declaration of undying love.”
Sherlock glared, pushing Rory's arm off him with a look of extreme discomfort. “Take your pills and go back to bed.” He said. “Before you turn us all into gibbering idiots.”
Rory smirked, rooting through the carrier bags to find the little packet of pills. He quickly read the instructions and took two, before, with a cheeky wave, he picked up his duvet, and walked out of the kitchen and back to bed.
“You've been gone a while.” John commented, opening the shopping bags and sliding the box of Cheerios in Rory's direction.
“Ran into Mycroft.” Sherlock replied with a grimace. “You will be pleased to know Lucy will be starting her new job as an administrative assistant in some government office or another tomorrow morning, and Ben will be starting work in the kitchens. They are currently residing in a police safe house maintained by Mycroft.”
“Lucy?” Rory asked, staring at his brother.
“Not Lucy Proek.” Sherlock said. “Lucy and Ben are - were - two of my homeless friends who kept an eye on you while you were on the streets. They realised how much danger you could be in so watched over you until I found you.”
“Why the hell does Mycroft have a safe house?” Rory asked, looking horrified.
“He keeps it for me.” Sherlock said simply, placing the apple juice in the fridge and pulling a permanent marker from his pocket to mark the one with the tongue with a large X. “He used to lock me in it in an attempt to get me clean.”
“Awww.” Rory cooed mockingly, standing up and flinging an arm around Sherlock's shoulders. “Aren't you special. He keeps a special little anti-drug den just for you. You know, in Mycroft-world, that's practically a declaration of undying love.”
Sherlock glared, pushing Rory's arm off him with a look of extreme discomfort. “Take your pills and go back to bed.” He said. “Before you turn us all into gibbering idiots.”
Rory smirked, rooting through the carrier bags to find the little packet of pills. He quickly read the instructions and took two, before, with a cheeky wave, he picked up his duvet, and walked out of the kitchen and back to bed.
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