Prompt: Written for Pebbles66, who wanted more fic on a weather-ful day :)

The world was shrouded in snow and ice.

I sat in my customary armchair, happily engrossed in a novel, with a cup of tea at my elbow, happy to simply sit and watch the snow continue to fall. There were no medical emergencies being brought to my attention, and though I continued to take a few patients to supplement my income, I had wired them all in advance to let them know I would meet with them at the next possible opportunity, as the weather today simply did not allow for travel.

I was certainly not alone in this opinion. The streets were deserted; we had found ourselves in the midst of a massive ice storm, and since then the snow had not stopped falling, making for treacherous footing indeed.

Perfectly happy to sit in the warmth without work to occupy my mind, I settled back into the peaceful--

BANG.

I settled back into the peaceful--

BANG.

I settled back into the--

BANG.

I settled back--

BANG.

I slammed my book closed. "Holmes!"

He turned from his perch on the back of the sofa and turned an infuriatingly calm gaze on me. "Yes, Watson?"

"Do you suppose there might be a better time and place for target practice?"

"On the contrary, Watson, I can think of no better time. Now, when there is absolutely nothing else to do in this infernal city. As for the place, well, I'm not exactly able to go anywhere else, am I?"

I rolled my eyes internally at his childishly bitter attitude. "Holmes, I realize you're bored. But you can't seriously expect any clients to come to you in this weather."

"If there was a pressing enough matter, a little snow would not stop them."

I looked out the window at what one of the most observant men in England deemed 'a little snow.' "Holmes, this is the worst snowstorm we've seen for years. The clients will be returning once the weather lightens up, but for the moment, they are doing the sensible thing and staying inside. However, that is no call for constant indoor target practice!"

"And what would you like me to do, Watson?" he exclaimed, leaping from the sofa in one swift movement. "Until but a couple days ago there was a constant stream of cases, but my mind has been assaulted by sudden stagnation, all because of this accursed weather."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Please, Holmes, just try to find something else to occupy your mind. The constant stream of gunfire is rather trying."

"I do apologize, Watson."

"Thank you." Leaning back comfortably, I reopened my book and settled back into the--

BANG.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. My appreciation for the weather was fading rapidly.