Of Deaths and Detectives
Chapter 1
~Fran Gipani
Disclaimer- I in no way own Sherlock...sadly :(
Note From the Author- This is going to be a collection of Sherlock related ficlets :) I wrote this one as a prompt from the lovely Twoheartsofatimelord on tumblr :) I hope you enjoy and review at will!
~Fran xx
John knew the alarm was going to go off before it did but for one day, for one glorious day he decided was going to sleep through it. That was what he had decided so as the alarm went off with its shrill beep John rolled over and went back to sleep best he could. Forgetting that his flat mate had ears like a hawk, and though their rooms were on opposite ends of the flat, Sherlock could still hear the alarm if John didn't actually turn it off.
Moments later Sherlock strode drowsily into the room pulling his dressing gown on around his loosely dressed body and flicked the alarm off. "John, its Monday. Not a day to sleep in." In hearing a mumbled reply that he didn't quite catch Sherlock decided that he would come back in a little later with coffee. Well that is what normal people wake up to, is it not?
Now in the kitchen with a freshly made coffee on the bench in front of him Sherlock considered whether or not he should put sugar in the coffee. He'd only been living with John for a week and he had learnt just about everything about his new companion but this one small insignificant (or not so insignificant) detail. He went over everything in his mind that may tell him the answer but nothing helped. Taking a very uncharacteristic chance Sherlock put one teaspoon of sugar into the coffee and stirred before spooning the frothy milk on top.
He backed into John's room, hot coffee in hand and walked around the bed to place the coffee on the bedside table. "Morning John we have a lot to do today so I brought you coffee." He said with a proud smile as John stirred and pushed himself groggily into a sitting position.
"Thank you…" John replied with a sleepy smile.
As John took a sip of the hot coffee Sherlock watched the man's face carefully. Johns expression morphed into a cross between a smile and a grimace and in an instant Sherlock began to speak. "Do you not like it John? I put sugar in it, I wasn't too sure. Is it too strong, too hot...?" Sherlock trailed off hoping his early morning gesture wouldn't be taken the wrong way.
John raised an eye brow, "Sherlock…its fine. I don't usually take sugar but thanks a lot." He smiled weakly, still feeling a little addled from sleep. He took another sip, letting a smile spread over his face as he saw Sherlock's slightly satisfied grin.
"That's great I will remember for next time…but hurry will you John. We have a meeting with Lestrade at ten." With that Sherlock swept out of the room.
With a slightly confused frown on his face John watched his strange but brilliant flat mate walk the room in long purposeful strides. Sherlock never brings me coffee, he thought, I wonder if he'll make a habit of it. I do hope so. Maybe next time he'll make some for him to and we can drink it together?