dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-08-08 21:03:00 |
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Violins and Pastries
Title: Violins and Pastries
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/?
Rating:PG
Word Count: 300
Notes: Unbetaed. Written for prompt 13-cake. This one will be continued. :-) And is a continuation of both a Secret Admirer and Admiration. There will be at least one more, I'm handwriting it now.
Sherlock had refused the case, it was too boring, apparently. He'd then dramatically flounced on the couch and played his violin until four in the morning when John's temper had finally snapped.
He'd stormed into the living room and had a good shout the highlights being that best friend or not if he didn't stop playing he'd break the bloody violin over the detective’s head. And for Christ's sake why was it that despite the fact that he could actually play actual music brilliantly, that when people were trying to get some bloody sleep all that he could play was that infernal racket. After that he'd stormed back upstairs and was lulled into sleep by a soft soothing concerto.
When John woke up, in the late morning since he didn't have work today, Sherlock was gone, again.
John wondered why he wasn't being included on whatever case, Sherlock was working on. Not only had he not been told any details, which was odd, but Sherlock hadn't even talked to him or used him to bounce ideas off of. It was very weird.
The kitchen table was clean. John stopped and stared. He pinched himself for good measure. The kitchen table was clean. There was no experiments or lab equipment on it. There was a table cloth, a tea cup full of tea that was still steaming, and a plate with his favorite breakfast pastries.
He'd lost his temper at Sherlock before and never once had his friend apologized like this. John felt confused.
His confusion turned to shock when he noticed the note that was nearly hidden.
You're truly beautiful when you lose your temper.
Then it turned to horror, Sherlock didn't do domestic. He also didn't do relationships.
Whoever was doing this had seen last night, was watching the flat or was in the flat. That narrowed it down to Moriarty, Mycroft, and Sherlock.
John reluctantly crossed Sherlock off the list no matter how much he wished it were so. Suddenly the presents didn't seem so enjoyable.