a/n: I'm not quite sure how many drabbles there will be in this collection or how often I will update. I'm trying to get into writing Sherlock fanfiction and just back into writing altogether and I thought that doing a drabble collection first before I tackle some of the other ideas might be wise. Anyway, for now, just enjoy! :)
prompt: raindrops
words : 200
warning: N/A
It was cold and wet outside and John was sitting miserably in an armchair by the fire, cradling a cup of tea. Sherlock was sitting opposite him, his violin under his chin, his eyes closed, deep in thought. Raindrops tapped slowly and rhythmically on the window.
John sighed and Sherlock's eyes flicked open.
"What?" he asked, his eyes searching John's face for any sign of anything being wrong.
John shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine. Carry on. Sorry."
Sherlock looked at John curiously for a few more seconds and then closed his eyes again, positioning his bow just above his violin as though he was about to play any second.
A few seconds later John started tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair.
Sherlock opened his eyes, put down his violin and leaned forward all in one fluid motion.
"What?" he asked again.
"Nothing, Sherlock. Seriously, there's nothing wrong." John sighed again. "You know, you're not the only one who gets bored."
A small smiled flickered over Sherlock's face as he realised it was nothing more than boredom and he leaned back in his chair. "I see." he said, his slight amusement quite obvious. "Shall I call Lestrade?"
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