Holiday Drabble - 4 Dec 2012
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monkeybardNot a drabble today, but a 221b! I couldn’t bring myself to cut this one all the way to 100 words, so I built it up instead. And it's ever so slightly naughty. ;-)
Candy Canes
BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Length: 221
Sherlock’s sweet-tooth was legendary. John knew. Mycroft knew. Lestrade and Mrs Hudson knew. People who had never seen him eat anything at all knew.
Molly Hooper knew and made sure there were always candies of some kind in a special drawer at the lab. The first time, she’d opened the drawer while Sherlock was there -- pretending to be casual -- so he’d see them. She realised later she needn’t have bothered. He’d have found them on his own, perhaps had already, and his penchant for sugary treats would lead him to eat some whether invited or not.
This time of year, it was candy canes. Unless he was hard into a case, Sherlock would be sucking on one whenever she found him there. She wondered the sugar didn’t make him sick, or so much peppermint didn’t burn his mouth. She had no way of knowing that candy canes were John’s particular favourite. She didn’t know -- but as a scientist ought to have deduced -- that the more of them Sherlock ate, the stronger the minty zing, and the tinglier his mouth was when he took John’s... Yes, well, she didn’t need to know about that part.
She only knew that candy canes made Sherlock happy enough to occasionally smile at her, and his smile made the dark days brighter.
Candy Canes
BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Length: 221
Sherlock’s sweet-tooth was legendary. John knew. Mycroft knew. Lestrade and Mrs Hudson knew. People who had never seen him eat anything at all knew.
Molly Hooper knew and made sure there were always candies of some kind in a special drawer at the lab. The first time, she’d opened the drawer while Sherlock was there -- pretending to be casual -- so he’d see them. She realised later she needn’t have bothered. He’d have found them on his own, perhaps had already, and his penchant for sugary treats would lead him to eat some whether invited or not.
This time of year, it was candy canes. Unless he was hard into a case, Sherlock would be sucking on one whenever she found him there. She wondered the sugar didn’t make him sick, or so much peppermint didn’t burn his mouth. She had no way of knowing that candy canes were John’s particular favourite. She didn’t know -- but as a scientist ought to have deduced -- that the more of them Sherlock ate, the stronger the minty zing, and the tinglier his mouth was when he took John’s... Yes, well, she didn’t need to know about that part.
She only knew that candy canes made Sherlock happy enough to occasionally smile at her, and his smile made the dark days brighter.
