A/N: I don't know if you all are aware of 'The Wallpaper Conspiracy' regarding Gatiss' recent comments about Molly being 'wallpaper'. Well, the Sherlolly shippers are taking it in their stride and just going with it. So I wrote this fun, cheeky little piece as my response and my contribution. Hope you'll enjoy. ;) x
Decorating
When John showed up at the flat, he was gobsmacked.
He had heard from Mrs Hudson that Sherlock had been trying to redecorate, starting with the wallpaper.
"All by himself?" John had asked incredulously.
"Well, he said he was fine and to leave him alone!" replied Mrs Hudson, "So I just left him to it. I've learnt not to get involved."
A week had gone by and there was no news of how Sherlock had been doing and more worryingly, no word from Sherlock asking for help. Out of both curiosity and concern, John decided to make his way to 221B.
When he walked up the stairs, he saw half of the wallpaper in the sitting room stripped and lying in a heap on the floor. It was a right mess, it was.
"Sherlock?" asked John, taking a tentative step into the flat.
"Yes?" Sherlock answered, sauntering into the sitting room with two mugs of coffee in his hand. John's jaw dropped at the way Sherlock was dressed. More at the way he was undressed, really. He had on his robe, loosely tied around him and that was it.
"You…um, doing okay?" asked John, pointing awkwardly at his friend who walked over to the messy pile in the room.
"Yes," he replied setting the mugs on his desk. "Never better," Sherlock said with a devious smile.
"Did you know I was coming here?" John said, gesturing to the two cups of coffee.
"Oh, no, no…" Sherlock said, "It's for—"
"Oh my god!" John exclaimed.
"What? What's wrong?" asked Sherlock, looking around, perplexed.
"The…the…" John said, pointing to the heap of wallpaper on the floor, "The wallpaper is moving."
"Ah," said Sherlock with a knowing grin as he reached for the second mug of coffee.
John watched, amazed, as his best friend walked over to the heap of wallpaper and sat beside it. Just then, the wallpaper continued to move and a slim, naked arm appeared from underneath, eventually pushing all the wallpaper off to reveal a rather flushed and disrobed Molly.
"I must have fallen asleep!" she said, receiving the coffee from Sherlock.
"Well, you did work very hard…" Sherlock said, with a wink.
"As did you…" she responded, winking back.
"What, pray tell, is going on here?" asked John.
"Oh God, John…sorry…" said Molly, scrambling for the wallpaper to cover herself.
"I think you'd better excuse us, John." said Sherlock, standing up and ushering his friend out.
Dumbfounded, John allowed his friend to lead him to the door.
"Sorry about cutting your visit short," he said, as he slowly shut the door, "But Molly and I have somemore decorating to do."
End