BBC Sherlock Fic: Tomfoolery
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1_million_words Enjoy!
Sherlock looked incredulously from John’s smiling face to his oversized couch. “So, you thought you’d just help me, a random stranger, move my couch three flights up to my room?”
“Like I said, it’s no big deal,” came John’s slightly over-eager answer.
“Ah, well, thank you for your help,” Sherlock hesitantly answered.
John didn’t reply, but his grin somehow got brighter. “John Watson, by the way.”
Sherlock stared at him intently before nodding back. “Sherlock Holmes.”
But before either young man could so much as move, loud voices could be heard shouting down from an open window of the house the pair was about to enter.
“Oi Watson, has tall, dark and dreamy showed up yet?”
John cringed as another voice joined the second. “Is that today? Thank Christ our torture will be over soon!”
A third voice now joined the raucous din while Sherlock’s eyes never left John’s face. He had no idea the human face could turn that color of puce. “’Oh Sherlock, you’re so clever, oh Sherlock I know we’ve never met, but marry me today!’”
The guys’ laughter abruptly stopped when they looked out the window and saw their friend standing next to his crush. “Oh shit!”
A sound rivaling that of stampeding elephants descended from the third floor to the outside curb as three massive rugby players barreled out of the house, straight toward Sherlock and John.
“I know this looks bad, but John’s not a stalker,” began the first player.
“You had a chemistry class together last semester,” the second player added in helpfully.
“And John bribed a classmate to hack into student housing to see where you were living this year,” the third player finished, trying but failing to look harmless.
John turned to look helplessly at Sherlock. “You see, it’s all perfectly normal.”
Sherlock peered at each young man, reading the truth in their expressions. By the time his gaze returned to John’s, he was blushing just as hard.
It looked like this semester was shaping up to be an interesting one.
1_million_words Enjoy!Sherlock looked incredulously from John’s smiling face to his oversized couch. “So, you thought you’d just help me, a random stranger, move my couch three flights up to my room?”
“Like I said, it’s no big deal,” came John’s slightly over-eager answer.
“Ah, well, thank you for your help,” Sherlock hesitantly answered.
John didn’t reply, but his grin somehow got brighter. “John Watson, by the way.”
Sherlock stared at him intently before nodding back. “Sherlock Holmes.”
But before either young man could so much as move, loud voices could be heard shouting down from an open window of the house the pair was about to enter.
“Oi Watson, has tall, dark and dreamy showed up yet?”
John cringed as another voice joined the second. “Is that today? Thank Christ our torture will be over soon!”
A third voice now joined the raucous din while Sherlock’s eyes never left John’s face. He had no idea the human face could turn that color of puce. “’Oh Sherlock, you’re so clever, oh Sherlock I know we’ve never met, but marry me today!’”
The guys’ laughter abruptly stopped when they looked out the window and saw their friend standing next to his crush. “Oh shit!”
A sound rivaling that of stampeding elephants descended from the third floor to the outside curb as three massive rugby players barreled out of the house, straight toward Sherlock and John.
“I know this looks bad, but John’s not a stalker,” began the first player.
“You had a chemistry class together last semester,” the second player added in helpfully.
“And John bribed a classmate to hack into student housing to see where you were living this year,” the third player finished, trying but failing to look harmless.
John turned to look helplessly at Sherlock. “You see, it’s all perfectly normal.”
Sherlock peered at each young man, reading the truth in their expressions. By the time his gaze returned to John’s, he was blushing just as hard.
It looked like this semester was shaping up to be an interesting one.
