The sun was shining down on Baker Street. That is, the sun was shining for about 10 minutes until a thick cloud cover decided that allowing Londoners any more sunlight would cause mass panic and confusion.
It was overcast over Baker Street. Sherlock did not enjoy this. He was of the belief that the weather should have two settings: sunny and storming. To have this dull cover of gray, with its pockets of ice cold drizzle was simply useless.
More useless was the fact that this weather caused John to hunker down like a bear ready to hibernate. Sherlock's flatmate was adequately prepared for the coming winter months (despite the fact it was only March), being armed with a thick sweater, a pair of woolen socks, and an extraordinarily tall stack of books beside his armchair.
The worst part of the whole debacle was that John wouldn't get up and do things for him. He had refused three times to make tea, and Sherlock desperately needed a cup of tea.
The issue was, Sherlock thought, that John didn't find interest in anything the consulting genius had to say anymore. Somehow, the doctor had grown a backbone.
"John, I'm cold," Sherlock whined from his cocoon of dressing gown.
"Mmm," John said.
"John, can you make me tea?"
"Ah, no."
This was dire. Sherlock knew he'd have to resort to more drastic measures. Fun facts always caught people's attention, didn't they?
"John?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you aware that the color of a man's lips is the same color as the head of his penis?"
The fun fact caused John to put down his book and look at Sherlock with an odd expression.
"Is that so?"
"I'm not actually sure. I came across it on the internet, but I haven't found the time or test subjects to run an experiment."
John mouthed the words "test subjects" slowly to himself.
"John?"
John seemed to focus hazily on Sherlock. "Hm?"
"Will you be a test subject?"
A curiously blank expression stole over John's face. He marked his page, shut his book, and stood up.
Sherlock grinned, triumphant. "John, while you're up, will you make me a cup of tea? Two sugars and a splash of milk, thanks."
As John turned toward the kitchen, Sherlock could have sworn he heard the man mutter, "10:30 in the morning and I'm already drinking."
Author's Note: So, I sort of wrote this while lazing about today because it's cold and overcast in July, and when it's cold and overcast when I don't have school, I laze. The most productive thing I've done all day is put on deodorant. Beside that I've watched almost all of season 5 of Supernatural and taken a nap.
Kindly review, sir or madam.