Abhorring the Dull Routine of Existence, or, a Week Spent on Artificial Stimulants (1/3)

[ardenteurophile]

Oh, god, what is wrong with me.
Ok, so this is the beginning of a cracky spin-off fic set before the events of You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners.

Summary: Sherlock tries out more legal varieties of stimulant.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Technically (given the events of You Can Imagine...) this is pre-slash Sherlock/John, but it can easily be read as gen.

Comments

[mydwynter]

::giggle:: I'm so chuffed to read more.

[yndigot]

...Sherlock on Red Bull is slightly horrific. *hides* And the fact that you're so good at getting into Sherlock's head while he's riding high on Red Bull makes a fascinating story, but scares me a little, lol.

[tehomet]

:D :D :D

I hope you never put your crack pipe down.

[alex_s9]

More of your fic, yay!

[darthhellokitty]

This is FABULOUS, literally laughed out loud.

My mind rebels at stagnation, John, I must be entertained.

Scary, scary words. XD

You couldn’t really not notice Sherlock. He looked like an enormous raven, perched on the edge of the bed.

I CAN SEE THIS.

I don't want to see this when I visit my doctor. Thank God John is not a gynecologist.