Fic: Not such a gay.
Title: Not such a gay
Author: ununpentium
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 153
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Humour
A/N This idea was borrowed from the lovely atlinmerrick who has just started a series based on tweets from the cast and crew of Sherlock (hop on over to read Salt, Fire, Babies & Evil). I remembered this tweet of Mark Gatiss' this morning as I was still half asleep, and hastily wrote this ficlet down on my ipod before going back to sleep.
Read on A03
There was a muffled crash from upstairs and John's cry of "what the bloody fuck?"
John limped down the stairs and stood infront of Sherlock, who was sitting in his armchair reading, long legs stretched out for what seemed like eternity.
"I just tripped over the bloody skull." Sherlock peered at John from over the top of his book.
"Why in God's name was the skull on the floor outside of the bathroom door, Sherlock?"
"He was waiting to use the toilet," Sherlock replied slowly, as if this was perfectly logical. John was not sure whether to laugh or to continue being angry, so he made a strangled noise and folded his arms across his chest.
"Most gays I know are very tidy. I am not such a gay." Sherlock sighed.
John burst into peals of hysterical laughter, "you absolute nutter," climbed back up the stairs and carried the skull into the bathroom.
Author: ununpentium
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 153
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Category: Humour
A/N This idea was borrowed from the lovely atlinmerrick who has just started a series based on tweets from the cast and crew of Sherlock (hop on over to read Salt, Fire, Babies & Evil). I remembered this tweet of Mark Gatiss' this morning as I was still half asleep, and hastily wrote this ficlet down on my ipod before going back to sleep.
Read on A03
There was a muffled crash from upstairs and John's cry of "what the bloody fuck?"
John limped down the stairs and stood infront of Sherlock, who was sitting in his armchair reading, long legs stretched out for what seemed like eternity.
"I just tripped over the bloody skull." Sherlock peered at John from over the top of his book.
"Why in God's name was the skull on the floor outside of the bathroom door, Sherlock?"
"He was waiting to use the toilet," Sherlock replied slowly, as if this was perfectly logical. John was not sure whether to laugh or to continue being angry, so he made a strangled noise and folded his arms across his chest.
"Most gays I know are very tidy. I am not such a gay." Sherlock sighed.
John burst into peals of hysterical laughter, "you absolute nutter," climbed back up the stairs and carried the skull into the bathroom.