221B Drabbles

by tsukinoblossom

My attempt at writing short stories in the 221-B format 221 words, last word starting with B . I'm really enjoying writing and I think these will encourage me to to do it more often and present an interesting challenge. Note: These stories are not sequential, or even necessarily in the same universe. Unless otherwise specified, each drabble is a unique, complete entity.

79. Bart's

There was a strange sensation at the back of John's head, like he was being watched intently. He put the newspaper down and craned his head towards the kitchen, where he met Sherlock's intense, hawk-like gaze. He raised an eyebrow, as if he were asking a question. Sherlock, of course, responded in kind.

"John, why are you still here? I am well aware I'm not the easiest person to live with."
John chuckled quietly and stared back for a moment, eyes locked on Sherlock's, studying him.

"No, you're not. But you did warn me, going into this." That earned him a small smile from Sherlock, but the look in his eyes urged John to continue. "You're mad, and infuriating. You interrupt my dates, you leave unspeakable horrors in the fridge, in the bath. But you're a revelation to watch when you work. You're a genius, you're incredible. Even though you may not realise it, you can be kind when you think nobody's looking. But most of all, Sherlock, you make me feel alive. You make me feel like there's a purpose in my life. You've saved me, more times than you know. I honestly don't know where I'd be right now, Sherlock. What I'd be doing with myself. If I hadn't run into Mike that day and followed him to Bart's."