AN: This will be a series of drabbles, each describing a small glimpse of a day. Mostly from Sherlock's and John's point of view, but there might be some additional characters in the future. The drabbles will usually be individual, though sometimes they can form a "bigger picture" of sorts. No pairings.
Beta'ed by Lohis, thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Ten Seconds of Relative Peace
The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the warm colour of the flames painting the living room with its reddish glow. Rain pattered softly to the windows of 221b Baker Street and one Dr. John Watson was very very happy that on this chilly autumn Friday he could spent the evening indoors, staying warm and dry. He was lucky enough not to have caught cold from the surgery (that was filled with sniffling, coughing and sneezing patients) and he would like to keep it that way. Running around the city and getting drenched in the rain would not help at all.
So fortunately his crazy flatmate didn't have any ongoing cases that would have required spending the evening (or God forbid, the whole night) outside.
The spoken flatmate was currently residing in the kitchen, being suspiciously quiet. John hadn't bothered to go and check what Sherlock was up to: he was better off not knowing. If the genius broke something, he'd better fix it too. John Watson was not going to get any more gray hairs envisioning all the ways his friend's experiments could go wrong. So he continued to sit comfortably in his armchair, nursing a cup of tea and reading the day's newspaper.
Suddenly there was a small explosion in the kitchen, making the coffee table tremble a little, his teacup tinkling in alarm. A great puff of dark smoke was coming from the kitchen and someone was coughing madly.
John didn't even move his gaze from the paper; he just sighed and said with a loud voice:
"There's a brochure of a nearby furniture store on the sofa, if we are suddenly in a need of a new table."
Sherlock – still in the kitchen – ignored his words and made a sound that was half a cough, half a scoff.
"Get to the shops, John, we need more hydrogen peroxide!"
Thank you for reading!
AN: I know nothing about chemistry but I tried to find a chemical Sherlock could have used, no idea if I succeeded or not. And this is the first Sherlock fanfic I have posted, I have written a couple of others too before this one and I'll hopefully post them soon too.