S&J Drabbles from 221B

by slytherin-until-i-die

Collection of drabbles containing 250 words each, sometimes a few more, sometimes a few less. Johnlock. Some fluff, some angst, some mature themes. Every chapter is a stand-alone drabble, no continuations, nothing complicated.

1. Sherlock

Hi everyone! I've decided that there simply aren't enough drabble collections for the Johnlock ship, so I'm taking the matter into my own hands by creating one. Every drabble I write here will contain 250 words or less, and the final word of each one will be that specific chapter's title. Every single one will have a one-word title beginning with either 'S' or 'J' (if you can guess the significance of those letters, you can have a cookie). I'll be accepting word prompts later on, if anyone is keen to give them. I hope to update this once every 2-3 days and even more often when I'm not busy.

Enjoy :)

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Sherlock

Occasionally, John Watson takes a moment out of his day to imagine what his life would have been like had he never met his bizarre, impertinent, erratically-behaved flatmate, Sherlock Holmes – Sherlock, the man with the high-collared coat and the trademark deerstalker hat; the man with the impeccably high standards of personal hygiene that contrast peculiarly with his assortment of appalling habits; the man with the bright, sharp eyes that contain universes teeming with exploding supernovas and undulating galaxies, soaring asteroids and luminous, incandescent stars; the man who, under the ever-watchful and harshly-judgmental public eye, is nothing more than an obnoxious, impudent and impossibly cold stranger with an icy, impenetrable exterior and a personal temperament to match. However, to John, Sherlock is something much greater, something considerably more important.

If one was to ask a person of science, they would clearly state that a specific combination of factors, including correct levels of air, food and water, are what keep us able to function each day, what keep us alive. But then, ironically enough, John, a doctor himself, believes that there is a distinct difference between the terms, 'able to function' and 'alive'.

Before Sherlock, John was able to get out of bed each morning and see what the day would bring him... but that was it. He was cold, hollow, a shadow of himself, and he knew it, deep down in his heart of hearts. John was breathing, but not truly living. But that was before. Then he met Sherlock.