A birthday 221B fic for my dear friend Jack63kids. This is a little mixing of the literal and idiomatic meanings, and a touch of magical-realism I suppose...
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters, I just like to involve them in confusing word associations!
Wool Gathering:
It was a quite night in the Baker Street flat. John was not paying attention to the drivel on the telly and Sherlock was in his mind palace. John's mind was still drifting when Sherlock returned to the real world. John was brought out of his musings by the spluttering sounds of Sherlock.
"John! Why are you trying to pull wool over my eyes?"
John looked at the substantial quantity of wool gathered on the sofa, which Sherlock happened to be on as well.
"Um, sorry, Sherlock. I was wool gathering; I didn't mean to pull any of it on your eyes." John explained sheepishly.
Sherlock regarded his friend for a moment, then relented, "It's fine, John. I know you're all wool and no shoddy. The sheer amount of wool was unexpected." He got up from his reclined position and shoved the fuzzy material off of himself, "What do you need all this wool for any way?"
John's face lifted in a slow, mischievous grin, "I want to wrap you in cotton wool!"
Sherlock snorted, "This is the wrong kind of wool. Besides, that's Mycroft's job."
John laughed, "Yeah, alright, you got me. I'm going to spin it and prepare my batch of this year's jumpers."
Sherlock regarded the white material, "Be careful not to get dyed in the wool, buddy!"