Hi, all. Today marks the kickoff of my inaugural week hosting comment-fic. I'm
argentum_ls, though you can call me LadySilver. Today's theme is deja vu, because doesn't every Monday feel just like the last one? :) With today's theme, let's explore those times when one just knows one's been here before, the repeated moments, the collisions of awareness when
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“Yes, John?” Sherlock replied from the living room, a familiar impatient undertone swinging in his voice.
“Is it really necessary-“
That’s as far as John came, because Sherlock, having miraculously appeared in the doorframe, interrupted, “Yes, there are body parts in the fridge. No, I'm not going to do anything about it. Do we really have to have this conversation every time?”
John closed the refrigerator door, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. “I was going to ask, ‘Is it really necessary to store the chocolate spread in the fridge?’ It’s rock solid every time I actually want to eat it.”
“Oh,” Sherlock responded. “I suppose not.”
“Well then,” John said, “I hope you don’t mind that I find a new home for it.”
He got the chocolate spread out of the refrigerator and put it on the top shelf of one of the kitchen cupboards. Then he turned to Sherlock with the words, “And to answer your question, no, we don’t have to have this conversation every time.”
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I loved this, so much. Short, but packed with awesome. <3
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And of course you're right. You have to be a very special kind of person to be able to tolerate Sherlock for extended periods of time.
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lol Although I do like my chocolate in the fridge ;P
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