Sherlock - fic - Keep Calm and Put the Kettle On, Sherlock, John, PG
Title - Keep Calm and Put the Kettle On
Author - laurab1
Characters - Sherlock, John
Rating - PG
Length - 350 words
Summary - “Well, at least you made an effort,” John mutters, smiling.
Spoilers - S1 of Sherlock
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A/N - written for this prompt by mrv3000 for Make Me A Monday on sherlockbbc.
Keep Calm and Put The Kettle On
by Laura
The man knows he’s ill, for God’s sake. Two days ago, he personally hauled him out of the Thames, after the criminals they were chasing briefly got the better of them. But he’s long since finished the carafe of orange juice Sherlock brought him, and he wants a cup of tea. None of his - John gets his phone, checks - none of his ten requests, via text, have been met, so he puts his book down, drags himself out of bed, finds his dressing gown and slippers, then makes his way downstairs.
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In the lounge, there are five mugs on the coffee table, all full of tea. One’s still hot, two are warm. The other two are so old and so cold that they’ve got scum on the top, and the milk’s separated, making that splatter pattern.
“Well, at least you made an effort,” John mutters, smiling. “You’re far too easily distracted, Sherlock.”
He grabs the hot cup of tea in his left hand, brings it to his lips, closing his eyes as he takes a grateful sip. Slipping his other hand around the handle of a warm cup, he walks into the kitchen. Sure enough, that’s where Sherlock is, sat at the table, bent over his small microscope. Five more mugs sit by the sink, waiting to be washed up. So he'd made all the cups of tea John had asked for, he’d just forgotten to actually bring one of them upstairs. John places the warm mug by Sherlock’s elbow, and waits for him to look up.
“John,” he says, taking a sip from the mug, and having the decency to look at least a little guilty. “I apologise, I have rather neglected you.”
“You tried,” John tells him, drinking from his own mug. “That’s the important thing, I reckon.” Then, because he can’t resist teasing him, he grins as he adds, “Just be grateful I gave you a warm cup, Sherlock, not a freezing cold and all separated one.”
Sherlock laughs, and John smiles at the sound as, tea in hand, he leaves the kitchen, and goes back upstairs.
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Author - laurab1
Characters - Sherlock, John
Rating - PG
Length - 350 words
Summary - “Well, at least you made an effort,” John mutters, smiling.
Spoilers - S1 of Sherlock
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
A/N - written for this prompt by mrv3000 for Make Me A Monday on sherlockbbc.
Keep Calm and Put The Kettle On
by Laura
The man knows he’s ill, for God’s sake. Two days ago, he personally hauled him out of the Thames, after the criminals they were chasing briefly got the better of them. But he’s long since finished the carafe of orange juice Sherlock brought him, and he wants a cup of tea. None of his - John gets his phone, checks - none of his ten requests, via text, have been met, so he puts his book down, drags himself out of bed, finds his dressing gown and slippers, then makes his way downstairs.
***
In the lounge, there are five mugs on the coffee table, all full of tea. One’s still hot, two are warm. The other two are so old and so cold that they’ve got scum on the top, and the milk’s separated, making that splatter pattern.
“Well, at least you made an effort,” John mutters, smiling. “You’re far too easily distracted, Sherlock.”
He grabs the hot cup of tea in his left hand, brings it to his lips, closing his eyes as he takes a grateful sip. Slipping his other hand around the handle of a warm cup, he walks into the kitchen. Sure enough, that’s where Sherlock is, sat at the table, bent over his small microscope. Five more mugs sit by the sink, waiting to be washed up. So he'd made all the cups of tea John had asked for, he’d just forgotten to actually bring one of them upstairs. John places the warm mug by Sherlock’s elbow, and waits for him to look up.
“John,” he says, taking a sip from the mug, and having the decency to look at least a little guilty. “I apologise, I have rather neglected you.”
“You tried,” John tells him, drinking from his own mug. “That’s the important thing, I reckon.” Then, because he can’t resist teasing him, he grins as he adds, “Just be grateful I gave you a warm cup, Sherlock, not a freezing cold and all separated one.”
Sherlock laughs, and John smiles at the sound as, tea in hand, he leaves the kitchen, and goes back upstairs.
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