Prompt Post Part XXVIII

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It's Your Birthday?!

[anonymous]

They're on a case and Lestrade casually wishes John; "Happy birthday."

Sherlock is stunned that he had no idea.

John isn't angry at him or anything though because that's Sherlock and he wouldn't have expected him to store something as pointless as a birthday in his 'hard drive'.

Sherlock still feels like a crap friend and spends the rest of the day making it up to him. Probably overdoing things a bit.

Re: It's Your Birthday?!

[holyfant]

Aw, hell yeah. Will try to see if I can fill this later today.

in which Sherlock is out of his depth (1/?)

[holyfant]

Sherlock was tapping his fingers against his mouth, hovering over the corpse of the young woman sprawled over the car park asphalt, eliminating one of the tracks of thoughts unfolding in his mind as he accumulated the data - no, not a hit and run, her money's been taken but her jewellery's still on, when the soft, irrelevant hum of Lestrade and John chatting behind his back suddenly broke through his focus

Re: in which Sherlock is out of his depth (1/?)

[lefaym]

Awww, I really enjoyed this! Looking forward to the next installment. :)

Re: in which Sherlock is out of his depth (1/?)

[holyfant]

:) thanks! All of it is up; I don't do well portioning writing, lol.

2/?

[holyfant]

*

“So have you got plans?” he asked John in the cab.

“Hmm?” John said, typing out a reply to presumably another happy birthday text.

“For tonight. Your birthday.” Sherlock rolled his eyes privately.

“Oh,” John responded, pressing his thumb to the phone in the 'send' command, and looked mild and content when he looked at Sherlock, “maybe a pint with Mike or Greg. I dunno.”

“No... party?” Sherlock said, unable to repress the scorn in his voice.

John chuckled. “Not unless you have a surprise party planned.”

And when his phone beeped again, and he took his eyes away from Sherlock, Sherlock was glad for it, because his brain was tugging on his sleeve with maybe you should have a surprise party planned, but that couldn't be right, John would probably think he had a brain tumour if he did something like that, but why had he said it if

3/?

[holyfant]

He walked, his mind hurtling forward. There were several good gifts that he could think of to get John, actually - it wasn't hard to deduce how much John would love the master box set of the old Doctor Who DVDs (though Sherlock wasn't sure he'd survive that, himself) or an updated edition of Il Cucchiaio d'Argento, since his was falling apart on his favourite recipes (and that Sherlock would definitely survive, because John's chicken parmesan was so delicious he sometimes even ate it during cases, and most of John's experiments drawn from The Silver Spoon were quite successful) or a year-long subscription to go see Arsenal play (that would be good, then he wouldn't hog the telly anymore every time they played) or an e-reader so he could take as many terrible crime novels with him on trips as he wanted (also good, then he wouldn't try to slip his novels into Sherlock's luggage anymore when he didn't have enough room). All would have been good gifts. Very good gifts. But he could hardly go out and buy a cookbook or an e-reader and come

4/?

[holyfant]

*

He sent Lestrade a text:

Are you free tonight?
SH

and there was a longer stretch of no response than usual.

um. why?

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

To celebrate John's birthday
at our flat, of course.
SH

He had a moment of regret at inviting Lestrade when he received the

yeah of course! LOL I
thought you were making
a pass at me for a moment.

And he almost broke his phone sending the

Don't ever say something
like that to me again. Ever.
SHHe bounded down the stairs, stuck his head into Mrs. Hudson's flat, and hushedly told her that he'd be cooking for John, and her delight was a bit too loud, but she promised she'd come

5/?

[holyfant]

He was in the midst of texting Molly when it suddenly hit him with a burst of clarity that he was inviting people to dinner in their flat, and that he'd have to be there, too. What was he doing? He looked over at John, who was filling out a cross word puzzle, looking extremely peaceful and happy, and wondered for a short moment if maybe John didn't want to just watch some stupid programme tonight, and maybe he didn't want anyone to come over; he hadn't made any plans on his own, had he

6/6

[holyfant]

*

Lestrade was bit drunk already, but he had an unexpectedly wonderful tenor, and he led everyone in a chorus of and he's a jolly good fellow, while Molly struggled with the cork on another bottle, this one not Italian; Lestrade had brought it. John looked flushed and happy, holding out his glass for her to fill

Re: 6/6

[anonymous]

This was so perfect and sweet!
Sherlock and all the cups of tea! Liquid Nitrogen in the dinner! John being adorable!

I loved it.

Re: 6/6

[holyfant]

Hee, thanks. Had a blast writing it. Sherlock's allowed to be awkwardly sweet now and then, I feel.

Re: 6/6

[anonymous]

this is the most delightful read I've had in a while. ♥

Re: 6/6

[holyfant]

Aw, shucks! Thanks!

Re: 6/6

[anonymous]

this is adorable. thank you for posting it. :)

Re: 6/6

[holyfant]

You're very welcome! Thanks for reading :)