Sherlock Drabbles
Do not own. BBC and ACD own.
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John opened the fridge to get milk. He slammed the door shut again instantly and leant on it, trying to take in what he'd just seen. He opened the door again, cautiously, to confirm his first glance. Slowly, he retrieved the milk and shut the door.
'Sherlock!'
'What now?' came the reply from the other room. The gunshots ceased momentarily.
'Number one, put that thing away before Mrs Hudson throws you out. And number two, what's in the fridge?'
'Oh, I don't know, milk, cheese, things like that, isn't that what you get in fridges?'
'But I can't see any of your experiments. The fridge would appear to be utterly normal.'
'Then maybe it is utterly normal.'
'You mean you actually don't have anything in the fridge that shouldn't be there?' John was in shock. He'd become so used to the fact that trips to the fridge for milk were a daily hazard in 221b that the lack of body parts and disgusting gloop was offputting.
'You were complaining about it.'
'Well, that was… nice of you to move it.'
John was even more shocked. Sherlock had actually done something that John had asked him to do? This was verging on considerate as far as the detective was concerned. John found himself wondering whether Sherlock was exhibiting the first signs of schizophrenia. He took his tea out into the sitting room, walking towards his bedroom door.
'I put it somewhere else,' called Sherlock up the stairs.
This should have been a warning sign for John. He pushed open his bedroom door and yelped, dropping his cup on the floor. A wave of scalding tea flooded across his feet as he gagged, covering his mouth. He slammed the door shut to block out the reek and the sight of Sherlock's 'Experiment'.
'SHERLOCK!'
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