Head in the Fridge
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Summary: John makes a few interesting discoveries, and Sherlock can't be bothered to care.
Rating: K+ (because of a head)
AU for obvious reasons
Disclaimer: Characters and Sherlock do not belong to me, but to Moffat, Sir A.C. Doyle and all associated thus. I am responsible for creating the alternate universe, the OCs, and the storyline only. Please do not take and use or post elsewhere without my permission.
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"I don't think that's going to work," John comments, leaning over the consulting detective's shoulder to peer at what he's doing.
Sherlock pauses to give him a thoroughly scathing glare. "Excuse me. Who is the genius here?" he demands shortly.
"Well, you, technically," the vampire allows, though skeptically.
The human doesn't notice the doubt. "Exactly. Me. Technically. Shut up and let me work."
Dark eyes roll expressively, even as John pulls away and wanders over to the fridge. He peeks inside and abruptly grins. Much like the cat that swallowed the canary, but his companion doesn't even notice. "Is that a head?" The blond turns his gaze back onto the other male. "There's a head in your refrigerator, Sherlock."
"Yes, don't touch it," Sherlock replies, almost completely focused on what he is doing.
"Well, no, it smells like ammonia," John retorts, and shakes his head. "I don't much care for that sort of thing... I don't suppose you have any unspoiled bags of blood lying around."
"No." Silence for exactly thirty seconds, then, "And don't touch the lady downstairs."
"I tend to lean toward young, beautiful people..." John smiles faintly, waiting yet another thirty seconds before Sherlock suddenly looks up at him, eyes narrow. "Don't worry, I don't take without asking."
"No," is the flat reply, before Sherlock refocuses on his "experiment".
John smiles again.
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This has, apparently, turned into a bit of a drabble series... I suppose I owe it to all the people who reviewed. But... I'm not promising that it'll go anywhere. Review!