Author's Note: It's been four days since I've updated, and I'm extremely sorry. I don't know why I've taken so long to write, but I need to get it together before this becomes a habit. I did have a bit of writer's block on this one, though. So I'm sorry if it's not exactly up to par.
Thanks to my friend Taylor for giving me this prompt! L is for Lock!
Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome!
Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. The show belongs to BBC and the books belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Lock
Sherlock, a genius and the world's only consulting detective, had locked himself out of the flat.
John was at work and Sherlock had gone out to get some lunch, as there wasn't any food in the refrigerator again. He'd had a nice lunch, walked back from Angelo's, and came home to find that his door was locked. And he had forgot a key. And it was cold outside. Blisteringly cold.
So what would one do when they lock themselves out of their shared flat? Usually, Sherlock would break the lock but last time John wasn't exactly thrilled when he did so. So what would the other option be? Call the flatmate.
"What do you want, Sherlock? I'm working."
"Hello, John. I've-er-It seems I've, um, locked myself out of the flat."
"You did what?"
"I've locked myself out of the flat. I went to Angelo's for lunch and forgot my key."
John's voice seemed to be both amused and irritated at the same time. "I'm with a patient, Sherlock. I can't just go and unlock the door for you."
"But John..."
"I've got a lunch break in twenty minutes. I'll be there in half an hour."
"John.."
"Goodbye, Sherlock." He hung up as soon as the last words came out of his mouth.
Sherlock slipped into a nearby shop to grab some tea and shelter himself from the freezing cold outside. He sipped at his tea, trying to warm up. When he finished, about twenty minutes had passed.
Sherlock went back up to the counter, something occurring to him. He realised John would be missing most of his lunch break to let Sherlock in the house, so Sherlock ordered John's favourite, slipped the bag into his coat, and headed back to his still-locked flat.
John arrived at 221B about a minute after Sherlock. He said a simple, "Hello," in greeting, took out his keys, and hurriedly unlocked the door.
"Thank you, John."
"You're welcome, Sherlock. Have you been standing in this cold for the past half-hour?"
"I was actually at that little cafe down the road. I had some tea and brought you something to eat, since you took your lunch break to unlock the door," he replied, handing John the bag that contained his meal.
"Thank you, Sherlock."
"You're welcome, John."
It was obvious John wanted to stay and eat, but he glanced down at his watch and realised he couldn't. "I need to get back, Sherlock. I'll see you after my shift ends." He smiled and kissed his partner on the cheek. "Goodbye, Sherlock."
"Goodbye, John."
Sherlock was glad he'd waited for John to come rather than busting down the door as per usual. After all, it had earned him a kiss on the cheek.