Chicken from the Farm
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Summary: Sherlock muses about the oddity of having a vampire roommate, and John persists in being unpredictable.
Rating: T
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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Actually, living with John could be considered synonymous with living with a hurricane. A condensed, energetic, sometimes snarky one. There is nothing quite like waking up to find oneself covered in a freshly knitted blanket, or listening to the crunch crunch crunch of John breaking bricks with his bare hands for "exercise". (Sherlock is still convinced that John does this just to make him uncomfortable.)
Despite those peculiarities (and others), life at 221b Baker street is not unpleasant. In fact, Sherlock begins to associate it with the word home, which he hasn't actually used since he was a child and still full of hope.
Lately, there hasn't been a place hallowed or peaceful enough to bring that hope back, not since his stint with drugs in college, and his forced divorce from them.
"Sherlock!"
The consultant detective straightens from his microscope, and turns his head at the frantic call. "John?"
The vampire flickers into sight, grinning widely as he holds up a chicken, of all things. "I got one."
Blink. Surprised, Sherlock rises and goes to investigate it. He vaguely recalls mentioning that he'd need one for an experiment, but he hadn't expected John to actually go get it. "Ah. This will work nicely," he says, taking the dead thing from his new flatmate. He pauses, eying John a beat, and then sniffs. "You didn't steal it..."
"No." John gives him an amused, tolerant look. "I got it off a farm. Paid for it and everything. I'm a vampire, not an idiot."
"Hm, the latter remains to be seen," is the expected deadpan. "Get me some metal wire. A few different kinds." He turns away and goes to set up the experiment while John delightedly disappears again.
What an odd fellow, Sherlock thinks, and dismisses the encounter from mind. He has more important things to do.
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Meh admittedly not my best, but I hope you enjoy anyway! Review?