221B Baker Street Domestic Drabbles

by harusakura505

This is a collection of 221B Baker Street (221 words, last word ending in "b") drabbles. Domestic life for our poor Dr. Watson, and consulting detective Mr. Holmes. Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, nor any of the characters. All of the rights go to BBC and owners.

2. The Flatmate and the Obnoxious Violin

John Watson was honestly going to kill one Sherlock Holmes. He tossed back his quilt storming downstairs with full intentions of wringing his flatmate's skinny neck. Sherlock didn't even look up from the computer in his lap, John's laptop, and kept on playing his incessant but beautiful violin. After a minute of standing there lividly, hands on hips, John visibly deflated. Then, only then, did his insufferable flatmate meet John's stare. "Having trouble sleeping?"

"Having trouble sleeping? Having trouble sleep-" John's fury cut him off. He shook his head and plopped down on the couch next to Sherlock. "Yes Sherlock, I am having trouble sleeping, no thanks to you." Sherlock merely cocked his head in response.

"Now don't you give me that. You know exactly what an insufferable prat you're being. Playing that hunk of wood all night long for 3 bloody nights in a row. I'd almost prefer you talking to Yorrick, or even using nicotine patches again. Smoke a ruddy fag for all I care, just let me sleep!" In a childish move John scooped up his laptop, it was his laptop after all, and dragged himself back upstairs.

As an almost apology he heard a soft melody floating up the stairs. John gave a small smile, shook his head, and whispered to himself, "Always Brahms."