Hey guys,
so this is my new project, it´s mostly for fun and just to imagine Sherlock in the most normal things you can imagine. I am open for ideas so just PM me or leave a comment with a suggestion. ^^
I don´t know yet, if it will contain Sherlock/John in the future. Maybe, maybe not :D
So enjoy and I would be happy about every little comment.
Bitterfruit
Silvester with Sherlock
Sherlock had just finished a very thrilling case with Lestrade, which had robbed him of any kind of sleep for the last three days. John hadn´t been able to go with him, because of the flu epidemic that had suddenly started to go around.
So everything Sherlock wished for, was a shower, some tea and his bed. Nothing else.
He opened the door to 221 B and noted mentally, that Mrs Hudson was out and John seemed to have guests over. The tall man trudged up the stairs, opened the door to the flat and...
... was greeted by Anderson (the most stupid person in the room), Donavan, Lestrade, John, his current girlfriend and Mycroft. They all looked at him expectantly, but Sherlock just shrugged his coat of and stumbled into his bedroom.
A shower and tea were overrated. Sleeping was the most logical decision right now, thought Sherlock. The consulting detectiv stripped his clothes of, put his night clothes on and climbed into his bed.
A soft knock on the door interrupted the tall mans plans to fall asleep immediately. He sighed completely exhausted and asked:
"What is it?"
"Sherlock, it´s Silvester, don´t you want to party and welcome the new year with us?", John asked through the door.
"Noooo...", Sherlock slurred and put a pillow over his head to drown out the unnecessary noises in the background.
"But Sherlock! It´s Silvester!"
John could hear something hit the door, probably a pillow and gave up. A tired Sherlock was a stubborn Sherlock even on holidays.