Anger was radiating off of John in waves as he stood with his hands clenched into fists at his side while glaring at Sherlock. "You said you were looking forward to this dinner and that you would actually eat, for once."

Sherlock rolled onto his back on the sofa, clasped his hands together on his chest, and stared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes then massaged his forehead with one hand.

"You promised Sherlock. Why bother making a promise if you never intended to keep it?" John fell into his chair and put his head in his hands. "I don't know what I was thinking. I knew this would never work."

Startled at John's statement, Sherlock opened his eyes and quickly looked over to John. "John, I'm sorry. I really did…" He trailed off and cupped a hand over his nose. "Hih'ihnnn'cch!"

John lifted his head and glared at Sherlock once again. "You can quit with the act, Sherlock. I get it. You don't want to go."

Sherlock responded by coughing harshly into his elbow. He'd barely gotten his breath back when he was overcome by a fit of sneezes. "Huh…ingch! Hih'igtchuu! HhhhIIIIHHHGshoo!" After grabbing the handful of tissues from his pocket and blowing his nose, he curled into a ball facing the back cushions with a groan.

Shaking his head at Sherlock's act, and needing to get away from the infuriating detective before he'd say something he'd later regret, John stood up. "I'm going out and I don't know when I'll be back." He patted his pockets looking for his mobile. "Where's my phone Sherlock? You took it earlier and never gave it back to me."

"My shirt pocket," he mumbled into the back cushion.

Rolling his eyes, John strode over to Sherlock. As he went to grab his phone out of the detective's pocket, his arm brushed against Sherlock's cheek. Instead of retrieving his phone, he put his hand to Sherlock's forehead in concern. "You're burning up."

"I told you I was ill, didn't I? It's not my fault that you didn't believe me."

John left the room and came back with some pills and a glass of water. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Sherlock. It's just…" he left the sentence unfinished and sighed. He sat at the available end of the sofa, grabbing one of the pillows from behind him, and patted it as he put it on his lap.

Sherlock wasted no time in uncurling. He downed the offered pills and lay down with his head resting on the pillow in John's lap. "I intended to keep my promise you know."

"I shouldn't have doubted you." John stated, then began running his hand through Sherlock's hair.

"I would have doubted me." He rubbed his nose and sighed. "I'm sorry about dinner. I promise I'll make it up to you," Sherlock said with a sly smirk on his lips. The smirk disappeared as he curled into himself to sneeze. "Hih'ingtccchhh! Once I'm better." He smiled and closed his eyes as John continued to play with his hair.

I've got about a dozen or so drabbles and short fics already written but am definitely looking for more ideas. If you have any ideas, or certain prompts you'd like to suggest, please let me know. I'll see what I can do with them.

Please let me know too if I should even continue writing and sharing these. I feel these short drabbles/fics are slowly helping me to get a handle on Sherlock. He is very difficult to write in character.

Thanks!