SeniorStatus14's Drabbles (SuperWhoLock and More!)

[Seniorstatus14]

So, umm, I've decided to try my hand at writing drabbles to take a break from writing stories. For now, I'm doing the prompts found here: https://www.fanfiction.net/topic/44309/57910578/1/ And for now I'm writing Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock, but I'll probably eventually venture off into Grimm, Grey's Anatomy, Pretty Little Liars, etc.

Feel free to tell me if I'm doing these wrong or if I'm horrible and should just give up

Prompt #6: Fragile

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: River/11

Word Count: 137 (Close enough)

Fragile was never a word that crossed the Doctor’s mind when he thought of River. Bold, daring, dangerous, yes, but fragile? No. Lying there in bed with her red curls damp with sweat and her pale face shining at the Doctor, she looked small and every bit the definition of fragility.

H’ctchew! H’ctchew!

The small sneezes snapped him out of his thoughts and he went to hand a box of tissues to her. “Bless you”.

“Thandks” River blew her nose quietly and looked up at him pitifully as if considering to ask him something.

He doesn't know what makes him does it, maybe it was how small River looked in that moment, but he crawled into bed with her and held her tight, wishing that he could somehow give her the comfort she never had growing up.

Prompt #41: Glitter

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: 10/Rose

Word Count: 136 (Oh, well)

Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! AAAAHCHhhhh! Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! The Doctor doubled over from the force of those last three sneezes.

“Bless you! Doctor, you sure you’re okay?” Rose asked as she examined his face for any signs of illness.

“I’b fide it’s just- Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! maybe we shouldn’t have gone after those fairies.” The Doctor replied sheepishly.

“What do the fairies have to do with anything?”

“G-Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! Glitter!” The Doctor sighed in exasperation.

“You’re allergic to glitter?” Rose grinned, amused at the Doctor’s silly weakness.

“Yes!” Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! AAAAHCHhhhh! The Doctor held his hand over his nose, desperately in need of his hankie which he had left in the TARDIS by accident.

“Needing this?” Rose playfully hovered the hankie above his face, snatching it back every time he made a grab for it. “Come and get it!” She yelled as she started running.

Prompt #70: Nightmare

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: Amy/Rory

Word Count: 199 (Oh screw, the 100 word limit I was trying to stick to)

Rory had worked a late shift at the hospital and had just walked in the door when he heard cries of distress coming from upstairs. Amy had been fighting a rotten cold and a fever the past few days, and she always seemed to get the worst nightmares when she was ill.

“Dno! Dod’t kill hib! Please!” Amy cried.

Rory sighed and ran up the stairs to find Amy once again in the throes of a nightmare, thrashing all around the bed and crying.

He started rubbing Amy’s back soothingly, wincing at the heat that radiated through her pajamas, “Come on, Amy. Wake up, it’s okay, I’m right here. I won’t leave you.”

The thrashing soon stopped and the crying began to subside as his wife started waking up. He flicked on the lamp just as she opened her eyes.

Eh’kshhh! Kshh!

“Bless you. You alright?” Rory asked as he continued to rub his wife’s back soothingly.

Amy nodded, embarrassed at whatever she may have said in her outburst, “Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Rory planted a kiss on her burning forehead and quickly changed into his pajamas. “No, I just got home. Let’s go to bed.”

More coming...later!

[tma]

Hey- don't worry re: word count. I honestly can NEVER write only 100 words I use my "drabbles" as just a "scene" versus a story. They were lovely But honestly- your 10- that was just way too cute!!

[Seniorstatus14]

Hey- don't worry re: word count. I honestly can NEVER write only 100 words I use my "drabbles" as just a "scene" versus a story. They were lovely But honestly- your 10- that was just way too cute!!

Thank you! Even though 10 was my 3rd favorite Doctor, I have to admit, that's drabble with him was my favorite!

I'm going to attempt some Sherlock. I've written 1 story with Sherlock so far, but I haven't posted it yet. So hopefully these sound in-character haha. I had a request for John, so that's who my victim is in these next few drabbles.

Prompt #26: Rain

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: John and Sherlock

Word Count: 137

Hahh AhhSSCHHHoo!

“Shh! Quiet John, you’re going to give us away.” Sherlock scolded as he stared through his binoculars to where the suspect was conversing.

John shivered as he felt the cool rain start pouring down harder. Bloody Sherlock, making him stand out here in the rain. Bloody cold that was messing with his thoughts. He sighed and prayed that Sherlock was almost done getting the information he needed.

AhhSSCHHHoo! John sniffled pitifully and reached for his hankie.

Sherlock sighed in frustration. John was going to give them away if he kept this up. He glanced over at John, who was blowing his nose as quietly as he could and shivering. The sweat on his forehead was a sign of an oncoming fever.

“Let’s go home.” Sherlock said as he led the way back to the flat.

Prompt #24: Chocolate (A continuation of Rain)

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: John and Sherlock

Word Count: 192

The first thing Sherlock and John did upon returning to the flat was change out of their wet clothes and take hot showers.

John was exhausted by time he finished getting into his pajamas and was pretty sure that he had a fever, so he just flopped down onto his bed.

The door creaked open, causing John to groan in irritation and sit up.

“Sorry. I thought you might like a cup of hot chocolate?” Sherlock asked as he carried in a tall mug of the chocolate-y beverage.

“Thank you.” John took a long sip of the drink and felt his nose start to tickle as the warmth of the beverage reached his sinuses.

Sherlock, seeing his flatmate’s nose twitching, reached forth and swiftly grabbed the cup before John exploded into a fit of sneezes. AhhSCHHoo! Ahh’CHoo! Hah’tSCHOO!

“Bless you.” Sherlock watched John in concern and handed him the box of tissues.

“Thandks.”

“Your fever is up, take these and go to sleep.” Sherlock handed him a couple of cold tablets and left the room.

John was far too tired to question Sherlock's abilities and just took the tablets and fell asleep.

I'm going out of town tomorrow for orientation so I probably won't post anymore drabbles until late Monday or Tuesday. So hope you enjoy these for now!

[ID2006]

Yay, I was hoping for some Sherlock drabbles

[MoonDuck]

Even though 10 was my 3rd favorite Doctor

Even though you're wrong

These are all really awesome! I really like them. and i can have them all with me on a google document so i can read them for forever

[squealofapproval]

Yay! You have a Drabble thread! Good for you!

I especially like Chocolate. John's sneezes doe. XD

[Seniorstatus14]

Yay, I was hoping for some Sherlock drabbles

Haha glad you liked them! Here comes another one!

Even though 10 was my 3rd favorite Doctor

Even though you're wrong

These are all really awesome! I really like them. and i can have them all with me on a google document so i can read them for forever

Lol! Thank you And thank you for all the editing

Yay! You have a Drabble thread! Good for you!

I especially like Chocolate. John's sneezes doe. XD

Haha! Thank you! I'm glad you liked them!

So I'm home from orientation with the schedule of my dreams! Which I may end up changing because, well, ughh I'm so confused! Haha my parents are really pushing me to become a pediatric PA instead of a pediatrician (less loans, still paid well, know more about the patients, less stress, etc) and I'm considering taking them up on it, but then I'll have to go into a nursing program instead of majoring in Biomedical sciences. So yeah, anyways, back to drabbles! I just got home and it's 9:40pm so I'm only posting one drabble, but to be fair, it is pretty long and it's worth two

Prompt #51: Fire

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: John/Mary

Word Count: 303 (I went a little overboard here, but I love John/Mary haha)

The small fire incident had left John with a pretty bad cough. He thought it was just a side effect from the smoke, but a couple of days later he awoke feeling quite dreadful. Before he could even assess why he was feeling horrible, his nose started flaring ominously. Taking a glance down at his sleeping wife, he ran.

He ran down out of the bedroom and out into the hall before letting loose a string of explosive sneezes. AhhSCHHoo! Ahh’CHoo! Hah’tSCHOO! He sniffled quietly, praying that he didn’t wake up Mary. She had woken up with morning sickness around four, and she really needed her rest.

He went back to bed and was just about to fall asleep when his head snapped forward with a loud AhhSCHHoo!

“G’bless” Mary mumbled sleepily.

“Th-” John broke off in a deep chesty coughing fit. They were much louder and harsher than the fits he had been having from the smoke.

Mary, now fully awake and concerned for her husband, flicked on the lamp and started rubbing John’s backs until his coughing subsided.

“Thandk you, I’b sorry I woke you.” John sniffled lightly.

Mary handed him a tissue and waited for him to blow before cupping her hands around his face and feeling his forehead.

Her cool hands felt good on his warm forehead and he instinctively leaned into her comforting touch.

“Feels like you’re coming down with something. I’m going to go make you a cuppa, get some rest.”

“Doh, Bary, go back to bed. You deed sleep.” John sighed.

“I’ll go back to sleep after I fix your tea. You. Sleep. Now.” Mary replied with a firm point at John.

John snuggled back under the covers. His last thought before he fell asleep was that Mary was going to be such a good mum.

[MoonDuck]

Awwwww Jaawwwwnnnnn I like how you ended it, too.

[HoneyBunny]

That was so cute! Love how bossy Mary is.

[ID2006]

I love all things Sherlock, so Mary and John = awesome

[Seniorstatus14]

Awwwww Jaawwwwnnnnn I like how you ended it, too.

Thank you! Isn't John just the cutest! England sure has the cutest men

That was so cute! Love how bossy Mary is.

Me too! I'm so excited for them to have their baby! I bet they'll be great parents!

I love all things Sherlock, so Mary and John = awesome

I agree! But I think Mary and John are just so cute together and (Spoiler) them being together in real life made season 3 that much better! You can see the love in their eyes when they look at each other.

Alright here comes more Sherlock! But these are for all the Sherlolly shippers (Like me!)

Prompt # 80: Drunk

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: Sherlock and Molly

Word Count: 160

Molly didn’t realize just how drunk she was until the bartender was kicking her out at 2am and she could barely walk out the door.As she stepped out into the bitter London wind she was thankful for the warm feeling the alcohol had left her with.

She picked up the phone, knowing that she was too drunk to get herself home and scrolled through her list of contacts. The only person she knew that would be awake at this time and who she felt comfortable calling was Sherlock.

“Molly?” Sherlock answered on the first ring.

“Sherlock, Ineeda ridehome.” Molly giggled.

“Are you drunk?”

Molly giggled, “Yes.”

“I’m on my way.”

“‘Kay.” Molly was just about to hang up when, ahhtschoo! Ahhschhooo! she sneezed loudly, knocking her very drunk self to the floor.

Sherlock hadn’t hung up and had heard her sneeze and fall. He sighed and put on his scarf before bounding out the door to go get her.

Prompt #11: Moonlight (A continuation of drunk)

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: Sherlock and Molly

Word Count: 178

Sherlock found Molly sitting against the wall of the bar in the glow of the pale, moonlight. Her knees were up to her chest and she was curled in on herself. At first glance she appeared to be thinking or crying, but as Sherlock drew closer he heard soft snores coming from her.

He bent down and shook her gently. “Molly, let’s go.”

“S’lock?”

“Yes.” He gently hoisted Molly to her feet and helped her walk to the cab.

ahhtschoo! Ahhschhooo! Molly sniffled liquidly and laid her head against the window.

“Here.” Sherlock handed her one of his silk handkerchiefs in which Molly soon blew her nose loudly.

Molly had started dozing back off by the time the cab had pulled up in front of her flat, so Sherlock half-dragged half-carried Molly into her bedroom.

He laid her down, pulled off her shoes, covered her up with a quilt that he found on the floor beside her bed, and quietly exited her room after placing a cool glass of water and two small tablets on her bedside table.

More coming...Later!

[Seniorstatus14]

Alrighty! Two new drabbles for tonight! I decided to try my hand at writing a Supernatural drabble, and I honestly don't think I was ready for it because I don't think I got their banter and concern for one another correct, so tips would be greatly appreciated for Supernatural (or any drabble in that matter).

Prompt #46: Loss

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam and Dean

Word Count: 275

The loss of Sam and Dean’s father hit the pair both pretty hard, but it hit Sam the worst. He was still reeling from the loss of Jessica, and he felt depressed. He took on a cold, hard exterior during their hunts, and he was no longer the one who comforted the victims that they talked to.

Dean glanced over to the table where Sam was pouring over some ancient textbooks. Dean wanted “Yellow Eyes” dead more than anybody, but the way Sam was behaving was bordering on psychotic. He barely ate, and he hardly ever slept, and now he was violently any and all suspects and creatures, instead of helping them.

“eehh’hhiHSHCHEEWWw!” The noise pulled Dean from his thoughts. “eehh’hhiHSHCHEEWWw!”

“Sam?” Dean called over to him, but he didn’t even look up from the books. Dean decided just to ignore Sam’s crazy antics, but not even five minutes later Sam was coughing.

“Alright, that’s it. Sam you’re going to go to bed and get a full eight hours of sleep.” Dean got up to lead Sam to bed.

“Ndo, Dee. I deed to finish this. I deed to find that demond.” Sam tried to pull away from Dean’s outstretched hand, but Dean was too fast and before he could move, Dean had his hand on Sam’s forehead.

“Not until you’re fever is gone. You’ve been working for weeks and we’re still no closer to finding him than we were before. You’re going to bed, Sasquatch.” Dean tucked a reluctant Sam in and sat on the bed beside him to make sure no nightmares would keep him from getting a good night’s sleep for once.

Prompt #74: Poppy (Chosen by MoonDuck)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: Donna and Ten

Word Count: 237

Heh..ISHOO! Donna swiped at her nose and glared at the Doctor.

“Sorry, didn’t know it was cold season on Gilaferna.” The Doctor admitted sheepishly. “Tea?”

“Deed tissues.”

The Doctor handed her the tea and tissues, and winced as she loudly blew her nose and groaned. “I’ll get you back for this.”

“I’m sure you will.” The Doctor gave her a crooked grin and left her to sleep. He parked the TARDIS on Earth and walked down to the florist shop. Donna needed a pick me up, and the Doctor was going to give her one.

He browsed the variety of flowers before deciding on a nice bouquet of poppies. He purchased them and placed them in a vase on the table beside Donna’s bed. Satisfied, he went to fiddle with the TARDIS’ console.

Within an hour he heard loud, but slightly muffled sneezes coming from Donna’s room. Heh..ISHOO! It’CHOO! A’TCHOO! ISHOO! He rushed into Donna’s room to try and help her.

“Are you alright?”

Donna gave him her best death glare, which was pretty pathetic. She had allergic tears streaming down her face, her eyes were puffy, and she was sniffling pathetically. The Doctor gave her his handkerchief and watched in concern as she blew her nose. “What was that all about?”

“I’m allergic to poppies you idiot! You’d think that that sodic screwdriver of yours would be useful for bore than just obending doors!”

[Seniorstatus14]

Yay! So I didn't realize this earlier, but I've officially written and posted 10 drabbles! So to celebrate here's a long(ish) drabble for you guys!

Prompt #85: Lonely

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: Sherlock and John

Word Count: 671 (Didn’t even bother trying to keep my word count down because I’m celebrating the fact that I wrote 10 drabbles, well this one makes 11)

Sherlock had never felt more lonely in his life. John and Mary were moving on in their married life, Mrs. Hudson had gotten involved with her book club, even Molly had moved on to bigger and better things. Sure they still all hung out together, but at night, when Sherlock was left alone in his flat, he could feel the loneliness creeping in.

He knew he wouldn’t see anyone the next few days, with Mary and John being busy with appointments and work, and Mrs. Hudson going out of town so he decided to go ahead and go to bed since it would pass the time until he got to see his friends again.

He woke up feeling more miserable and alone than when he went to bed. His throat was scratchy and there was a tickle in his nose that he was desperately trying to hold back.

He knew he would eventually succumb, but he also knew he had time to grab his favorite silk hankie. Or at least he thought so, his judgement time was apparently being affected by whatever cold he caught and just as he reached into his drawers, his head snapped forward with multiple sneezes Hngxtshi! HhhshHNGXtishh! Hngxt! Hngxt! He sniffled thickly as he looked around for his handkerchief.

The short trip from his bed to his dresser left him exhausted and after finding the handkerchief he went back to bed for an hour thinking that he would feel better when he woke up. However, he woke up three hours later feeling worse than before so he texted John hoping that he would come over and help him.

I’m dying.

-SH

I’m busy, your shenanigans will have to wait until later.

-JW

Sherlock tried to wait until John got off work, but an hour later he was too impatient and miserable to wait, so he got dressed and hailed a cab to take him to St. Bart’s.

John happened to have a cancellation for 11:30, and Sherlock was easily able to make an appointment. It wasn’t long before a nurse told Sherlock that he could enter exam room five.

He walked in to find John turned around and focused on his computer screen, barely giving him any attention.

“Take a seat.” John called over to him.

Sherlock sat down on the exam table and waited as John pulled up the file for the patient he was seeing.

“Okay, Mr…Mr. Holmes?” John turned around and was startled to see Sherlock sitting on the exam bed. It took a lot of effort to get Sherlock to go to a hospital, or to admit that he was sick or injured. Recovering from the initial shock of seeing his best friend on that exam table, he soon saw that Sherlock really was ill and needed help. His cheeks were pale and flushed, there were deep bags under his eyes, and John could detect the congestion in the way he was breathing.

Sherlock smiled weakly before sucumbing to a harsh coughing fit.

“Christ, Sherlock. You could’ve told me you were sick. Here, stick this under your tongue.” John handed him the thermometer, trusting him not to argue for once.

“Sorry.” Sherlock tried to speak around the cold metal stick.

John sighed as he took the stick out and saw the reading. “39 degrees, looks like you have a pretty bad cold there, mate. Nothing much you can do except ride it out with some cold tablets, rest, and plenty of fluids.”

Hngxtshi! Was Sherlock’s only response. He nodded slowly and sort of sadly as he stood up to walk out the door.

Sensing that Sherlock was feeling sad and lonely, John walked over to him. “Hey, why don’t you come stay with Mary and I the next few days until you’re back on your feet? The rest of my appointments have been cancelled and we can swing by Baker Street to grab you some clothes?

Sherlock smiled, knowing that he was never alone when he had John looking out for him.

Edited June 27, 2014 by Seniorstatus14

[SneezyRae]

Aaaaw John doesn't want a lonely Sherlock. Congrats on the 10

[Seniorstatus14]

Aaaaw John doesn't want a lonely Sherlock. Congrats on the 10

Thanks! Here's another semi-long drabble

Prompt #97: Apologies

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: John and Mary

Word Count: 307 ( I just love tormenting John and Mary)

John had been sleeping on the couch the past couple of weeks. Ever since he found out about Mary lying to him he refused to speak to her. Mary had tried multiple times to apologize to him, but he just wasn’t listening.

Tonight John ended up sleeping on the couch again to Mary’s dismay. She was feeling sort of off and really just wanted to cuddle with John, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen any time soon. She sighed and just went on to bed even though it was only 8.

H’ctchew! H’ctchew! Sneezing is what woke John up the next morning. Loud, but muffled sneezes, like someone was trying to be quiet but failing miserably. He shuffled down the hall, concerned. Even though he was mad at Mary, he still loved her and now she had their baby living inside of her so she needed to be healthy.

He cracked open the bedroom door. “Mary?”

“Cobe id.” Mary grabbed another tissue and attempted to blow her nose as John entered the room.

John’s heart broke at the sight that greeted him. Tissues were scattered all around the bed, Mary’s hair was a mess, there were about five additional blankets on the bed, and Mary wasn’t even looking at him. Her head was down and she was fiddling with the blankets. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being ill.” John came and sat on the corner of their bed. He gently felt her lymph nodes and then rested the back of his hand on her forehead. Mary leaned in to the cool, comforting hand. “You aren’t that warm, it’s just a cold, but I’ll stay in here with you to make sure you’re alright.”

“Really?” Mary looked up at him shocked.

“Really. We can fight when you’re well.”

[ID2006]

Awwww, I love these.

[JulesSneeze]

LOVE the sick!Sherlock one! Poor miserable man! I just love Post-Reichenbach fics where John's with Mary, leaving Sherlock to suffer alone (until John finally notices)

[Seniorstatus14]

LOVE the sick!Sherlock one! Poor miserable man! I just love Post-Reichenbach fics where John's with Mary, leaving Sherlock to suffer alone (until John finally notices)

Ooo do you have links to many? I don't think I've seen but 1 or two? I've been itching to read some like that

[Seniorstatus14]

Promp #14: Jealousy

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: Martha and 10

Word Count: 298

It was a bright, sunny day on the planet Pinart. A huge flea market happened to be set up near where the Doctor had landed the TARDIS, so Martha and the Doctor went to check it out.

Martha took the lead, excited to see what kind of items this planet had in store. A beautiful purple bracelet caught her eye on one of the stands so she took off in that direction. The table was adorned with beautiful jewelry and unique powders.

“Doctor look at…” Martha looked up to see that the Doctor had walked off. He was a few feet away talking to a female humanoid alien, who was probably native to the planet.. The girl was twirling her hair and the the Doctor was over there smiling like an idiot. Martha could feel the jealousy building inside of her. She thought the Doctor had been grieving over Rose, so she had stopped flirting with him , but apparently Martha just wasn’t his type.

Martha sighed as she picked up a purple powder and looked at it closely. She had barely taken a whiff when her nose started flaring ominously. She tried to put the powder down before the inevitable happened, but she was too late, and the powder spilled all over her.

Heh’chhoo! Ehtchoo! H’tchhhoo! EH’chOO! Eh’tchooo! The sneezes were so powerful she was doubled over with barely enough time to catch her breathe between sneezes. She jerked upward when she felt someone rubbing her back. She looked up to find the Doctor examining her in concern, holding out a TARDIS blue handkerchief for her. She smiled, “Thadks, Doctor.”

As they walked back to the TARDIS, her jealousy melted away. The Doctor kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her stable as she continued to sneeze.

Prompt #56: Imagination

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: 10 and Rose

Word Count: 170

Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! Rose heard the sneeze all the way in her room where she was getting ready for the day. At first she thought it was just her imagination. The only other person on the TARDIS was the Doctor, and he always claimed he had a superior immune system that doesn’t allow him to get sick.

AAAAHCHhhhh! Huh’AAAhhtchhhh! More sneezes could be heard throughout the TARDIS, and Rose could no longer brush it off as just her imagination. She finished brushing her hair and left the room to check on the Doctor.

“Doctor?”

“Rose! Good morning! What do you want to do today? We could finally visit Barcelona? Or we could…” Huh’AAAhhtchhhh!

“Bless you! I want to spend the day watching telly with you while you get some rest.” Rose grinned.

“Nah, I’m fine.” AAAAHCHhhhh! The Doctor blushed at the bad timing.

“Mhmm, well if you don’t need to rest, then I do. Come on.” Rose grabbed the Doctor’s arm and led him back to her room for a day of rest.

Edited July 8, 2014 by Seniorstatus14

[matilda3948]

Oh, I love these!! Don't know how I've missed them. 10th Doctor is my favorite and you write him and all the companions really well!

[Seniorstatus14]

Oh, I love these!! Don't know how I've missed them. 10th Doctor is my favorite and you write him and all the companions really well!

Aww thanks! MoonDuck helps me make sure everything's in character (and that my grammar is correct ha ha)

It's been a while because my old computer decided to crash. Now that I've got my new computer here's two more drabbles to celebrate! More coming soon hopefully!

Prompt #15: Passion

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: Sherlock and John

Word Count: 130

Sherlock Holmes had a passion for any case that confused the Scotland Yard, and this one was no exception. John and him were currently following Josh Hunter around in hopes that he left some type of clue or hint that he was the criminal in question.

They were following him in broad daylight which was risky enough, but it was even more risky that they were currently following him through a park full of flowers during the throes of a rough allergy season.

H’kshh! Sherlock desperately tried to stifle another sneeze.

“We could go home, get you an antihistamine, and follow him around later.” John whispered to Sherlock.

H’ekshh! ‘KSHhh! Sherlock’s sneezes were his only response.

“God Bless! Come on, let’s go home.” John started leading him back into safety.

Prompt #93: Intense

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: John and Sherlock

Word Count:138

John hardly had any allergies which led a curious Sherlock to find out just what John was allergic to. Besides, it wasn’t fair that he had such horrible allergies to pollen and cats, while John was practically allergy free.

So Sherlock was pleasantly surprised when he woke up to hear John in the midst of an intense sneezing fit.

AhhSCHHoo! Ahh’CHoo! Hah’tSCHOO!

John looked all around his room for the allergen that was upsetting his sinuses. Sawdust. He found traces on his headboard, desk, dresser, just about anywhere it would blend into. He stormed out of his room to find Sherlock making tea.

“How the hell, did sawdust get into my room?” John demanded.

“Minor experiment. Everything’s fine. Antihistamine and tea?” Sherlock held the two desirable items out to John who grumpily took them.

“Bloody experiments” John mumbled.

Edited July 13, 2014 by Seniorstatus14

[cally]

Oh, poor Sherlock.

So Sherlock was pleasantly surprised when he woke up to hear John in the midst of an intense sneezing fit.

There are easier ways to go about finding out allergens, Sherlock.

[Seniorstatus14]

Oh, poor Sherlock.

So Sherlock was pleasantly surprised when he woke up to hear John in the midst of an intense sneezing fit.

There are easier ways to go about finding out allergens, Sherlock.

Hehe, but that would be boring

Yay! Two more drabbles with relatively low word counts (Aka, under 200 words, which is low for me haha) And I decided to try my hand at another Supernatural drabble as a request from MoonDuck

Prompt #49: Sparkle

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam, Dean, & Cas

Word Count: 117

The bright sunlight sparkled outside the dim lighting of the motel room.

“Ready to go?” Dean asked Sam and Cas who were sitting on one of the dusty motel bed. They both rose and Sam gathered up the bags before following Dean out into the bright morning light.

Hngxtshi! HhhshHNGXtishh!

“Bless you.” Sam said as he continued to head for the car.

Castiel, however, stopped and placed the palm of his hand on Dean’s forehead.

“What the hell, dude?” Dean snapped as he pushed Cas’ hand off his forehead.

“You sneezed. A common sign of illness or allergies in humans. Are you alright?” Cas asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. The light was just too bright.” Dean grumbled.

Prompt #73: Mercy

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: Sherlock and Mycroft

Word Count: 145

The tickle was building rapidly in Sherlock’s nose and he knew that he’d soon be at the mercy of quite a spectacular sneezing fit.

Mycroft watched Sherlock in amusement. The pollen count was quite high and he couldn’t figure out why Sherlock had not yet learned to take a non-drowsy antihistamine for his hay fever. Sherlock’s nose twitched and he silently sniffled. His eyes kept rapidly opening and closing and his breaths had quickened.

Sherlock hated sneezing in front of his brother. He knew Mycroft would just gloat about how right he was about taking the allergy pills. He couldn’t hold out much longer and he quickly turned his head to the side, trying to stifle as many as he could.

H’ngsh! Heh-eh’knxshh! Hngxtshi! ‘KSHhh! At’kSHhh!

“God bless you, brother mine.” Mycroft smirked and held out one of his silk handkerchiefs.

Sherlock scowled. Eh’Kshh! H’kss!

Edited July 14, 2014 by Seniorstatus14

[AngelEyes]

I love Mercy. Silly stubborn man. Mycroft smirks, LOL. Such brothers.

[Seniorstatus14]

I love Mercy. Silly stubborn man. Mycroft smirks, LOL. Such brothers.

Hehe! Thank you! I think Mercy was actually one of my favorites to write!

Blech drs. appt tomorrow. *Cue whiny voice * I don't wanna get a shot! (Yes I already know I have 1 at least, most likely I need 2 or 3.) But anyways since I probably won't have time to post these tomorrow, so I'll post them now! Enjoy!

Prompt #96: Betrayal

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: John and Mary

Word Count: 111 (Lowest word count yet! Woohoo!)

Betrayal. That was all John could think of these days was Mary’s betrayal to him and Sherlock. He threw some clothes in a bag and prepared to spend the next few days cooling down at his old flat with Sherlock.

A’tchoo! A’tshh! He sniffled and wiped his nose as he zipped up his bag.

“John? You alright?” Concern filled Mary’s voice.

“Fine.” John snapped as he grabbed his bag.

“Stay? Please? For the baby?” She didn’t want to but she knew if she played the “I’m pregnant” card, there was a chance of him staying.

He sighed and set down the bag. “For the baby.”

Prompt #39: Champagne

Fandom: Doctor Who

Characters: Amy, Rory

Word Count: 161

The dinner reservations were set for 7 at Martello’s. He had ordered Amy and his’ favourite champagne and even picked up a bouquet of red roses. It was their 5th anniversary and Rory wanted to do all he could to make it a memorable evening.

He opened the door expecting Amy to be there waiting for him, but she was no where in sight.

Eh’kshhh! Kshh!

“Amy?” Rory followed the noise upstairs to find a very pale Amy putting on her makeup.

“Zip be up please?”

Rory set down the bouquet of roses and instead of zipping up her dress, placed his hand on her forehead.

“Get back in bed, love. You’re sick.” Rory started to coax Amy towards the bed.

“Ndo. You bade reservations.” Amy stubbornly argued. E’tkshh! Heh-eh -kshh!

“We can go out another day. All I want right now is for you to get some rest.” Rory finally got Amy in bed. This was definitely a memorable anniversary.