A/N: Hullo everyone! It's past Christmas now we're all full with cake and what-have-you and grinning over our presents. I've got writers block, so I'm hoping this will be better. Please Review. I'm working on a story for Modern Day TV Sherlock as well, as played by Benedict Cumberbatch and John Watson by Martin Freeman, but this one is good old Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law! Onwards!
Normal POVDoctor Watson rose from his sleep, rubbing his eyes tiredly and looking around the living room. He'd somehow fallen asleep in the armchair. That wasn't easy, this thing wasn't that comfortable.
He blinked a few times, and remembered that when he'd fallen asleep, Holmes had been working on an experiment that required quite a few explosions.
"Oh! Watson, you're awake!" A loud voice called him. Looking round, he saw Holmes standing by the open window, having just crawled through it. He was wearing just his normal clothes, with no Jacket or hat, and his head was covered in white flakes. "It's snowing!" He cheered. "Come on! You can't miss this!" He was grinning wildly.
"Have you been drinking that liquid for Eye Surgery again?" Watson asked worriedly.
Holmes paused, head to the side slightly. "Maybe. But that's beside the point." He added quickly. "Come on!" He ran over and tried to pull Watson up. "Come on."
"Holmes…how long have you been out there?"
"A while now, why?"
"You're freezing, and shivering. You have a bit of a fever." Doctor Watson stood up, looking at Holmes worriedly.
"So? If I'm a little warm, I can just go and run about in the snow to keep cool. If you're not coming with me, I'll go alone." He went back to the window, hopping out of it with a sort of war cry that Watson heard before when Holmes was running after Irene Adler.
Doctor Watson was tempted just to leave him again, but Holmes was in danger of being very ill. He grabbed Holmes' hat and Jacket and followed out the window, jumping down onto the cart just beneath.
He looked around, but there was no sign of the Consulting Detective. The street looked like it was painted white with fine sand. It was probably about 4am, going by the spattering of light in the sky and the absence of people.
Looking down the deserted street, Watson almost fell forward as a well-formed snowball smashed into the back of his head.
Turning round, Watson was greeted by Holmes chuckling, bouncing another snowball in his hand.
"Nice of you to Join me Watson." He smiled. His face was flushed with excitement, and probably fever. Watson knew he had to get Holmes inside.
"Come on Holmes, you'll catch a cold." Watson tried to reason.
"Cold? Who cares! It's snow Watson!" Holmes took a handful of it and threw the snow around him. "We've not had snow for ages." He looked at Watson. His ecstatic grin faded suddenly and he stumbled a little bit.
Doctor Watson ran forwards, catching his friend just before he fell.
"Sorry, must have slipped on ice or something." Holmes told him.
"You're ill. You're boiling. Come on." Watson put the jacket around Holmes and told him to put on his hat.
"I'm fine…" Holmes tried to insist, standing up on his own, only to pitch backwards.
"You're really not." Watson held him still. "Come on, I'll ask Mrs. Hudson to make
you a nice cup of tea." He pulled an unwilling Detective into 221B Baker Street.
"Confirmed." Doctor Watson sat back and looked at his friend. "You have the flu, and a high fever."
"I'm fine."
"You're not. You will stay here until you are better."
"But the snow…"
"Can wait. It's freezing outside, I feel the snow will remain for a while yet."
Holmes glared at Watson but they both knew the Doctor was right. He would have to wait until Watson was out or downstairs before taking a little trip outside to make a snowman or something.
A/N: Bit abrupt ending, it's the best I could do. Not my best, that's for sure, but that's all I could manage. Please tell me if I can improve?