Title: Morbid Curiosity
A/N: Very random, no angst, pre-Fall, drabble-ish. Did I say random? It's SO random.
Summary: John just wanted to know what was in the box! To say the contents made him lose his appetite, is putting it mildly. Drabbleish, very random, no angst, pre-Fall.
They had been at St Barts for hours. Sherlock had suggested dinner at Angelo's later, but first they needed to take some things back to the flat as Sherlock wanted to have a closer look at some of it, using his own equipment. John had carried a plastic box as they took the cab. Back at 221b, Sherlock asked if he would please put the box in the freezer for now. (He didn't actually use the word 'please', but John liked to add it mentally anyway.)
He was used to the odd body parts sharing shelves with groceries by now, he had even developed a morbid curiosity to find out what Sherlock would be experimenting on next. John heard Sherlock ask Molly for a box of male organs earlier. He naively assumed it to be something like an appendix or a kidney. He lifted the lid to peek into the box.
It was only through luck that they hadn't yet eaten, or he would have lost his dinner on the floor. Were those-? He looked again. They were. About six of them. Oh god... He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Well. He was a doctor and a soldier, he had seen war, yet he had never felt quite so innocent before. Male organs indeed.
He left… Them, in the freezer. They could stay. But they were not going in the microwave! He shuddered at the thought of cooked… Well. He was sure he would not feel like eating sausage for a while. If ever. He shuddered again.
In the shower later that evening, he was trying to soap up without thinking about the box' contents. He feared the dreams he would have that night.
(A day or two later, John would suffer through a rather too detailed narrative of every stage of the experiment.)
Yeah... Don't ask. :D