October 20th
It was a headache that started the chain of motion.
By lunch time, Sherlock was exhausted and by tea time, he'd developed a cough. He tried to hide it from John... and promptly failed. One cough was all it took for John's doctor instinct to raise its head and run through a list of possible ailments.
He had settled on a common cold and Sherlock, who had guessed this as much, huddled down on the couch with a blanket and a cup of tea.
"Did you take any meds?"
"Had some this morning," Sherlock muttered, leaning back in the corner of the sofa.
"So you can have some more." John walked away.
Sherlock sipped at his tea, closing his eyes. His throat hurt and the cough was irritating. The honey that John had added to the tea was even better for those problems, not that he would ever admit it.
"Here," John said, handing over two of the cold medicine tabs.
Sherlock swallowed them down with a mouthful of tea and jabbed the button on the remote. "Is there anything on the telly?"
John shrugged. "Probably something Halloween. There's a marathon for the rest of the month."
Sherlock flipped through channels emotionlessly, feeling either like he was going to fall asleep or melt through a hole in the sofa because of boredom. The latter was unlikely; former, not so much. He yawned and took another drink of his tea.
He wasn't sure how, but one moment he was staring with drooping eyelids towards the television, mug balanced on his thigh, and the next, he was sprawled out across the couch and waking up at eleven-thirty at night.
He stretched slightly, sniffling as he coaxed his transport to its feet. It was only after sitting up did he realise that he had another blanket on him- one he hadn't wrapped himself in. This one was black with pumpkins patterned across it. Sherlock frowned and pinched a corner of it, looking at it in disgust.
Then, he flung it across the room.
With another sniff, Sherlock grabbed his own blanket and shuffled back to his bedroom.
No idea why. John has Christmasy jumpers for the party in Scandal, so perhaps he has Halloweeny blankets? =p
Still don't own Sherlock. That's still Moffat and his wife.