When I started this story, I had every intention that it would be a one-shot. Apparently my brain decided differently last night and I woke up with an idea for a series of 221/442b's. I'm hoping I'll have one story up a day while I work through some writer's block.
A Natural Gift
Movement II- Flute
John climbed up the steps to the flat, puzzled about the sweet sounds emerging. It was not unusual for Sherlock to be listening to music, but it usually was either violin concertos or symphonies. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Sherlock a moment before interrupting.
"I thought bassoon was going to be next?"
"A flute was easier to procure. Bassoon will be next."
John sat on the couch, "When did you learn to play flute? Did you master it while I was at work?"
"Don't be silly, I've been working on it for the better part of a week. I thought you'd appreciate it if I didn't interrupt your sleep."
"Thank you," John said, leaning forward to rifle through the various method books littering the coffee table. "I thought you said you couldn't learn from books about playing instruments."
"I did not say that. I said that books could not replace practical experience."
John raised his eyebrows; he could tell Sherlock was holding something back.
"I used a DVD, as well."
"I thought it was broken?"
"It was a rudimentary fix."
John pinched the bridge of his nose, "So when I asked you last week if you would fix it- you know what? Never mind. I'm going to take a nice long shower, don't break anything while I'm in the bathroom."