Hello everyone! hopefully the description made sense. there will be johnlock so :3
I know this has been done before (ive read some for myself) but im going to give it a shot.
i hope you enjoy
~Valerie
Apple
He was going to kill him. John might actually kill Sherlock this time. They were everywhere, even in his chair! John looked around the flat at the utter ridiculousness of it all before he hung his head in frustration.
"Sherlock! You great git! Where are you!" he shouted, looking up and walking toward Sherlock's bedroom. John passed even more of them in the hallway. Reaching the bedroom door, he came across a paper sign on the door that read 'no Johns allowed, experimenting'. Having had enough of Sherlock's childish ways for one day, John opened the door.
Sherlock sat on his bed surrounded by even more crates of apples. He was bent over his laptop and typing away madly. "John, what part of 'no johns allowed' did you not get?" Sherlock's deep baritone voice broke their silence. Without looking up, he managed to ooze arrogance out of the tips of his curls.
Ignoring him, John sputtered "s-Sherlock, what the bloody hell are all these apple crates doing all over the flat?" John walked closer but Sherlock seemed to decide that John wasn't worth answering. Moments went by in silence before-
"Brilliant! I found it!" Sherlock suddenly shouted, jumping up and racing out of his room. His long legs somehow managed to dance around the numerous stacks of apples. John stood rooted in the same spot and looked around the room. He tried to rack his brain for a reason as to why Sherlock needed these apples. He found nothing. A case maybe? John shook his head, surely he'd be involved with such a bizarre case, had one existed.
A series of loud bangs brought John out of his temporary stupor. He rushed into the living room calling out to Sherlock at the same time.
" Sherlock! Are you al….right?" having reached Sherlock, john tried (and failed) to hold back his laughter at the sight before him. By the couch there was a particularly tall stack of apple crates. Was being the important word here. Now most of them were empty on their sides as their contents ran away from them. Some, however, were lying on top of the chest of Sherlock bloody Holmes, who was currently sprawled on the wooden floor. His face set in a dazed look, he gazed up at john.
"That was a….meant to happen of course" Sherlock said clearing his throat and plastering a dignified look on his face.
John giggled harder, doubling over. "Oh Sherlock " he said between breaths "you should see your face!" eventually gaining control of himself, he watched Sherlock brush off all the apples and awkwardly stood up.
"Yes well, I got a little too excited it seems" Sherlock looked around and set his gaze on the kitchen. "Back to work. If you would be so kind as to not disturb me john, it would be much appreciated" he said. With quick brushing back of his dark brown curls, Sherlock strode into the kitchen and away from johns line of vision.
John simply sighed and went to hang up his jacket by the door, grumbling to himself. On his way back to make himself a cup of tea, he passed Sherlock's laptop. The screen still lit, john read the title and shook his head. Experiment indeed, in making the perfect batch of apple jam. Damn that man.
I hope you guys liked it! after reading it over, i realized it was based off a scene from Friends that i saw with my sister this afternoon. props to you if you know what scene i mean. have a lovely evening and i hope you come back to read B-Z!