Thank you to all my kind readers, reviewers and people who have put me on their favs and author lists. Rest assured I am working on a smexy answer to a request, but while working on that, two stories fell out that didn't fit there, or with each other. The angsty one is "Because We're Alive." This is the funny drabble. I was going to say this was slash but only if you squintted and then I wrote it and realized John's grandmother would know it was slash, so there you go. Trying to write a couple of non-slashes with actual story lines, but not yet succeding.
"Of course! She must have tied it to the cat's collar in the night!" cried Sherlock starting up a little.
John lifted his head, "Um, do you mind, focusing here? And I thought you were too. If I'm bothering you I could go away and come back (or not at all)."
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, John. You should be happy. You make me think as well as a nicotine patch only cheaper and healthier."
"Rather not, sorry. Happy about it, I mean."
"I'm truly sorry," the younger man's eyes flashed mischievously. "Promise I'll wait to text Lestrade until later. He slid his hands into the blonde man's hair and pushed distinctly down.