A Sneeze is Afoot! (BBC Sherlock, Sherlock)

[freakofnature04]

Hi everyone, I'm planning on this being a series bouncing through time and different moments where Sherlock (or at least mostly Sherlock) is having some kind of nasal problems...

First one has bit of a snot warning, also Sherlock is like finishing up undergrad in this one. Most will take place more or less in 'present' time, like during the times of the episodes, but I wanted to start off in the past.

What an idiot I am…
Sherlock thought, realizing for the first time just how much he had underestimated the amount of time it would take him to finish his thesis, and found that he had about three days to write two lab reports and a 50 page thesis. And study for his last two exams. Anyway. It’s not like he had never pulled an all-nighter before. If he didn’t get at least another 25 pages done today, he might have to pull another.
The university library was the obvious place to go. He had begrudgingly packed up all his notebooks and (extremely) rough drafts, a couple of pilfered amphetamine pills and a pack of tissues to hole up for the next day and a half in the stacks while he researched and typed out his papers. The pills were so his terribly quick, terribly distractable brain cells could focus on the mountain of work ahead of him. The tissues were because he was sick.
He knew he probably should’ve opted for tea instead of his usual double espresso with cream, what with his throat all rough and his nose all runny, but needs must when the devil drives. He could rest in three days when it was all over.
In the table near the back of the stacks, where the grand science section stopped and the modern English literature began, Sherlock sat with one of his legs propped up on the seat across and the other leg firmly on the ground, both bouncing animatedly as his fingers typed as fast as the typewriter would let him without fucking up. It was about as private a space as one could get in the library during finals week. Unfortunately, its main source of lighting was the large windows behind the table so as noon became afternoon became evening, the room got dimmer and dimmer.
People left and came back and the library population started to thin as evening became a definitive night. Sherlock had long since finished his coffee and periodically got up to stretch his legs and pee. The progress he was making on the paper was slowing - practically 21 pages in, he couldn’t think of anything else to say, his eyes were dry and burning, his head feeling like it was being squeezed by a fat rubber band, and his nose wiped raw from the tissues. The cold that he had undeniably caught had progressed from a minor scratchiness in the throat and a bit of sniffles to his nostrils being fully swollen shut and yet somehow running incessantly. The worst part was yet to come, he suspected, as the movement as he stood up made the slight tingle in his nose blossom into a sharp tickle.
He reflexively cupped his fingers over nose and mouth as he barely managed to stifle the sneeze. “Hheh-CHnggtt!” The next two were successfully pinched off entirely, the sound nothing more than a sharp breath and a squelch. He wiped his hand off on his driest tissue (he had quickly gone through all of them, ill as he was) and walked off towards the bathroom on the other side of the library.
The problem with stifling a sneeze, Sherlock thought despairingly as he started striding quicker toward the door marked ‘Men,’ is that it doesn’t quite get the job done. The tickle continued to make its presence known and Sherlock continued to push back on the urge to sneeze. The tug of war resulted in a desperate hitching that contorted his face as he tried to hold back. His rapidly twitching nostrils fought for control as he made it through the set of doors and barely into a stall before he couldn’t contain the mini explosions any more.
“HEHgKXXNT! Hehh-gCHHXXT! Heh-GXXntt!” The last sneeze dislodged a great deal of mucus, which ended up on Sherlock’s hands. He pulled out an overly long piece to wipe them off and mop up his face before blowing the rest of it out. He made an audibly disgusted sound involuntarily, being more repulsed by the indignity of the situation than the bodily fluids themselves.
He flushed the rest of the toilet paper after blowing all hell out of his nose a few more times, certain he was the only one in the bathroom. He hadn’t even finished washing his hands when the tickle came back.
Ugh, not again, he thought but grabbed an extra long wad of toilet paper in preparation of the sneezes. They fought their way out just as another person opened the door to the bathroom. “Hhh-kKRGt! KkRRGt! KNXXGT! HEHh-KXXXRGGT!” Sherlock sniffled forcefully to hide the trail of snot that he’d just sneezed out before the other person could see.
“Bless you! It’s really gone around now, isn’t it?” The other man asked as he ripped off a section of paper towel himself before sneezing forcefully into it. He blew a few times and tossed the towel into the trash. “Cheers,” he said as he left. Sherlock was baffled, and quite caught off guard. He sneezed three more times into the crumbled up toilet paper and did his best to clean himself off before heading back to the table in the dark, quiet room to finish his endless piles of work.

[silentdreamer789]

Loved this!

[Guest]

Ahh I love this! Your descriptions are so good, I can just imagine everything  haven’t seen a lot of Sherlock in a while so this was a nice surprise

[SneezyBoi]

AMAZING!! Please continue