Hello everyone! I haven't written anything in quite a while! Thought you all might enjoy a little ficlet!
John fumbled with the flat keys and three large bags of groceries. After a few minutes he was able to find the correct key, slip it into the door, and stumble into the flat.
He huffed as he climbed the stairs of the flat with the groceries. Each step was exhausting and a bit painful. The night before, him and Sherlock had went on a wild goose chase through an old warehouse and he had pulled a muscle in his thigh while doing so. He had no idea how Sherlock kept his body going like he did. After all, he hardly ever ate and his body was practically nothing but lanky skin and bones.
John finally conquered the final step. He stood at the top for a moment to rest his leg. The sound of Sherlock's violin drifted from within the flat. John had not heard it before due to his attempt to conquer Mount 221B. Sherlock had not heard John either. Sherlock was playing loudly and intensely, he was even humming along to the tune. John did not recognize the tune as one of Sherlock's own compositions. A new work perhaps?
Curious, John quietly and slowly opened the door. John saw Sherlock facing the window with his violin. Sherlock's head bopped to an imaginary rhythm. Sherlock's bottom swayed with the stroke's of his bow. Sherlock's deep voice hummed along with the melody of his violin. John rarely saw Sherlock play a tune so passionately. What tune was it?
John listened to the melody closely. It took him a moment to recognize what the tune was. He had heard it so many times before on the street and at parties. Lestrade even jokingly sang it when the team was together. John grinned wildly when he realized that it was Thriftshop by Macklemore. Yes, the great Sherlock Holmes was playing the violin and shaking his bottom to a rap song about shopping at a hand-me-down shop.
John could no longer contain himself. He began to laugh out loud and join in with the chorus. "I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in pocket!"
Sherlock immediately stopped and his body stiffened. He whipped around and was terrified to see John standing in the doorway. He turned a deep shade of red out of shame and embarrassment. The shade he turned reminded John of the wallpaper by the fireplace. Sherlock tried to formulate words, "Oh... John... I... em... It's not what you think! I was playing a different song..."
John laughed more. "Sure Sherlock. I'm sure you always shake your bum when you're," with air quotes, "composing" Sherlock's shade deepened.
John did a jig across the flat to the kitchen table and sung loudly. Sherlock, like ghost, slipped into his coat and drifted out of the flat covered in pure and utter shame.
John laughed again and smiled to himself. Lestrade was never going to believe this one!
Nice and fun little ficlet! I hope all of you enjoyed! Let me know if you find any errors.
This was inspired by Lindsey Stirling's cover of Thriftshop.
