Sherlock Wears a Hat
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We all know that Sherlock hates the Deerstalker hat. What could possibly happen to make him change his mind? A 221b to lighten your mood.
This fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely rosieiswatching . I hope you enjoy this story dear.
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John came up the stairs and tiredly hung up his coat. He headed into the kitchen for a cup of tea but stopped when he saw Sherlock hunched over his microscope at the kitchen table.
Sherlock glanced up, frowned, and then peered intensely into the apparatus.
"You are wearing a hat." John said.
"Brilliant observation John."
"It's the ear hat. You never wear the ear hat."
"It's the only hat I own. So if I want to wear a hat, it has to be the ear hat."
"You hate the ear hat." John said.
Sherlock silently prepared a slide and slipped it onto the microscope platform, ignoring his friend.
"Why are you wearing the ear hat?"
"Because I want to." Sherlock said sullenly.
"But you hate the ear hat." John repeated.
"I've changed my mind. I prefer wearing the ear hat to not wearing the ear hat."
"Take it off, Sherlock."
"No."
John reached over and pulled the cap off. He gasped at what was left of his friend's once beautiful hair. "Bloody Hell . . .!"
"I may have told my barber his wife was having an affair with his brother at an inopportune time." Sherlock admitted reluctantly.
John gazed at the patchy ragged mess atop the forlorn detective, and then smirked. "So, how do you feel about a Buzzcut?"