Bone Fiddle-verse 221B: "Setting the Tone" (part 1)
A very belated New Year's Eve-themed 221B drabble. I'm dedicating this to write_out because she's had a crap week.
Title: Setting the Tone (pt 1)
Fandom: Sherlock (AU, Bone-Fiddle-verse)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Once again, John teaches Sherlock to have a little respect for tradition.
“John, what are you doing? It’s freezing.”
“Put more wood on the fire then,” John shouted down the stairs. “And don’t close that door. We’ve gotta let all the bad luck out!”
Sherlock stood at the bottom wearing that venomous expression he got when he was personally offended by someone’s stupidity. John turned his back on it and went to open windows in the upstairs bathroom and the dusty bedroom they never used. If Sherlock closed them downstairs, there’d be hell to pay.
Instead, John heard stalking, stomping footsteps behind him as he went to the bedroom they did use (very well). As John hoisted the old wooden windows open, a blast of frigid mountain wind howled in. “New Years Eve, Sherlock. Tradition. We’re having ham and cabbage and greens and black-eyed peas tomorrow too, because that symbolizes money, and Mrs. Hudson will probably put silver in the cabbage, so mind you don’t swallow it.”
“Tradition--” Sherlock said, about to launch into a diatribe.
“Hush,” John said. “You’ll like this one. What you’re doin’ at midnight, you’ll be doin’ all the rest of the year.”
Sherlock looked mutinous.
John looked at the clock and grinned. “You know what I wanna do all year. So take off your clothes and get in bed.”
~
Any other drabble writers out there driven absolutely mad by the way Google Docs and Open Office don't register word counts the same way, so they never match exactly? Open Office says this is a legit 221B, goddammit.
Title: Setting the Tone (pt 1)
Fandom: Sherlock (AU, Bone-Fiddle-verse)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Once again, John teaches Sherlock to have a little respect for tradition.
“John, what are you doing? It’s freezing.”
“Put more wood on the fire then,” John shouted down the stairs. “And don’t close that door. We’ve gotta let all the bad luck out!”
Sherlock stood at the bottom wearing that venomous expression he got when he was personally offended by someone’s stupidity. John turned his back on it and went to open windows in the upstairs bathroom and the dusty bedroom they never used. If Sherlock closed them downstairs, there’d be hell to pay.
Instead, John heard stalking, stomping footsteps behind him as he went to the bedroom they did use (very well). As John hoisted the old wooden windows open, a blast of frigid mountain wind howled in. “New Years Eve, Sherlock. Tradition. We’re having ham and cabbage and greens and black-eyed peas tomorrow too, because that symbolizes money, and Mrs. Hudson will probably put silver in the cabbage, so mind you don’t swallow it.”
“Tradition--” Sherlock said, about to launch into a diatribe.
“Hush,” John said. “You’ll like this one. What you’re doin’ at midnight, you’ll be doin’ all the rest of the year.”
Sherlock looked mutinous.
John looked at the clock and grinned. “You know what I wanna do all year. So take off your clothes and get in bed.”
~
Any other drabble writers out there driven absolutely mad by the way Google Docs and Open Office don't register word counts the same way, so they never match exactly? Open Office says this is a legit 221B, goddammit.