Fic: Brains

[mogwai_do]

So yeah, I've had full intarwebz for a while now and have been terribly remiss in posting the fics I promised (Sherlock, Who, Merlin and Highlander). I blame RL being crazy and now I have a bad cold :(

Anyway, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Here is the first of those fics though, and I definitely blame the cold for this one. And evildrem


Notes: I blame evildrem for this one ;)

Brains
Copyright Margaret Turner
25th March 2011

The jars line the shelves of the small, sterile storage room neatly, each one in its place and carefully labelled. John waits in the doorway; he’s a surgeon, but even he finds it a little unsettling at times to watch Sherlock flitting gleefully around the room like a particularly macabre butterfly reading each label carefully, before settling down cross-legged before three of the jars in serious thought. Finally Sherlock reaches forward, wrapping his arms around one jar and holding it to him like a teddybear before looking up at John with a mixture of hope and expectation. It’s surprisingly easy to smile back and nod; John’s under no illusions of the affection he holds for this man, but seriously, John thinks as they leave the room, it’s the last time he’s letting Sherlock choose his own birthday present.

FIN

Comments appreciated


FYI: Despite the title this is not zombie!fic

Comments

[lavvyan]

Finally Sherlock reaches forward, wrapping his arms around one jar and holding it to him like a teddybear before looking up at John with a mixture of hope and expectation.

All right, that image made me giggle. Let's just hope Sherlock won't insist on taking his new best-beloved toy to bed.

[mogwai_do]

:) As long as he's not expecting to also share it with John, I suspect John will do nothing more than roll his eyes ;)

[titc.livejournal.com]

this is cute, in a Sherlock way :-)

[mogwai_do]

:) He does get so enthused about the most inappropriate things ;)