Title: Making the Connection
Story Summary: A non-chronological collection of short chapters based on one word prompts, includes (pre-)slash for Johnlock & Mystrade
Chapter Summary: John needs to persuade Sherlock to attend a social event. Prompt: Staple
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Moffat, Gatiss & SACD.
A/N: Sorry, but this was the first prompt that really had me go blank. I tried my best and sincerely hope that you can forgive me for a rather weak chapter. Maybe I'll come back to it later if I come across a nice plot bunny. This (horrible) prompt came from oneword(dot)com, if you'd like to prompt me you can do so in a review or a PM.
"You should go, too. It would be a nice gesture." John puts on his jacket while he talks.
Sherlock just looks at him from the armchair with a stare of annoyance and grunts a little. The suggestion is not even worth a response.
"I'm sure it would mean a lot to Mycroft if you came. Moral support and all." He tries the guilt card, even though he's certain it won't work.
His friend rolls his eyes. "Is it my fault that he let Lestrade talk him into going? Also you should know that that is only one more reason not to attend."
"Sherlock, stop behaving like a little child and just come with me." John holds the door open.
He pouts a little and defiantly puts up his chin. "No."
"There will be cake."
"I'm not my brother. That point is of no value to me."
Of course food wouldn't work. "It might help you to network with other Detectives, so they'll give you cases as well."
"Unlikely." Even Sherlock knows that there is a certain amount of social skills required for networking.
John's patience starts to wear thin. "Stop being such an insufferable git and act like an adult."
The reply is dry. "I'd rather wear one of your Christmas jumpers and staple it to my chest than attend Sally Donovan's birthday party."
"You know there will be free booze, right?" Sherlock raises an eyebrow at him as if to say that he's not one to engage in excessive drinking. "That means you might be able to take some incriminating pictures of a drunken Donovan, maybe even with Anderson."
After a visible second of thought Sherlock jumps out of his armchair and binds his scarf around his neck in one swift motion. "Alright, let's go."