Mardy Bum
A/N: So this isn't exactly a songfic, but it's inspired by and kind of based on (-ish) by an actual song. Mardy Bum by the Arctic Monkeys. (big surprise there). So there's a lot of lyrics and words that aren't mine… it really should have just been a songfic… anyway, that being said, enjoy…
Disclaimer: I own neither Sherlock or the Arctic Monkeys. Or anything, really.
"Sherlock, I'm sorry I was late, but-" John smiled internally, "I missed the train and the traffic was a state-" he looked up to see Sherlock pacing madly in the living room. "Oh no. You've got the face on. Mardy bum," he added the last bit under his breath, hating when he was like this. It wasn't a case, no, Sherlock would have told him to shut up or something of the like.
"Face? What face? John, I haven't got 'a face'." John rolled his eyes. "And what do you mean, you were late, anyway?" He shifted under John's frown. It was like staring down the barrel of a gun. And it went off. "Really? Really, Sherlock? You asked me to di-"
"Dinner, yes, I know, I asked you, remember? Your watch is five minutes ahead. I set it last night because- because I know you, John. I knew you'd be la- err, frantic. Besides you'd only have been late five minutes and I think I'm flattered that you consider that late, now, because you hardly ever consider that late-hey!" Suddenly his skinny wrist was in John's tight grip; he had effectively pulled Sherlock's sleeve up enough to read his watch. Knowing Sherlock would never allow it to read the wrong time, he breathed a sigh of relief. 6 pm, sharp.
"Okay…. Okay. But why are you so-"
"Anxious? Worried? Argumentative? Okay, maybe not that last one. Arguing with me is really just getting yourself a lecture," Sherlock grinned. John returned the gesture. His Sherlock was back. The pleasant side to him, anyway. "Wait, what were you anxious and worried about?" Sherlock just stared at him, with the silent disappointment face, the one he knew John couldn't bear.
"John! Everything needed to be perfect!" It was true, this whole… thing had quite practically turned him into a teenage girl. "I showered. I shaved. Not to mention actually using that aftershave you got me for Christmas last year. I got a new shirt. I pressed my trousers. I polished my boots, for crying out loud, John! Yet more proof, if I needed more, that you see but you don't observe. Shame. It must be boring. Or scary, actually. Always being genuinely surprised with things," Now Sherlock rolled his eyes with mock annoyance . "Uh, stop, John. You've got that face on."
"What face? I'm obviously not being argumen-"
"No, not that one. The 'he's hot when he's clever' face."
"You watch too much t.v."
"Ah, said the one who understood it came from television."
Yes! A Doctor Who reference. It's true. I couldn't help myself. *don't kill me* Review, please.
