Fic: Rules of Regularity (Sherlock)
Oct. 10th, 2011 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keep_countingTitle: Rules of Regularity
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, John
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Bad language, almost!crack, loads of swearing.
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Word-count: 875
Disclaimer: If I owned the show, it would be as bad as this fic!
Summary: Sherlock and John gets seperated, and a hedge is in the way. Oh, and a snake just crawled into John's pantleg. This is not good
”Have I mentioned yet that I hate this?” Was the last thing John had said to him that night, before he’d disappeared.
Well. Disappeared, he said, but really, there were a limited number of areas he could currently be in right now and even though it was completely dark and Sherlock’s torch was quickly running out of power, he was a master detective and would be able to find his dear, little blogger in a flash.
If only it hadn’t been for all the shrubbery.
A branch poked him in the eye and he cursed and stepped away so as to not impale himself further. Shaking the torch in his hand and watching the light wobble around and only grow dimmer, he resigned himself to the fact that soon he would be almost completely without the use of his normally so trusted sight. Night-time and low-battery power be damned!
It wasn’t that he was worried, not really. Well, only as worried as anyone would be when their flatmate-colleague-friend-blogger-thing was running around in the dark with a potential killer on the loose, even when said flatmate-colleague-friend-blogger-thing was an ex-soldier who could very well take care of himself and whose torch was probably working better than this thing, because lord knew John had a knack for coming prepared and was always running around changing batteries in the most unnecessary of things, like mobiles and torches and fire-alarms.
So no, he wasn’t worried per se. Just a little uneasy. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that John had said that he’d hated doing this, a statement in where all evidence pointed to the contrary, but then he’d stormed off into the night taking his torch filled with battery-power with him and promptly disappeared.
The nerve of him, really.
No, he wasn’t worried, just inconvenienced, because really, it was incredibly inconvenient that John had decided to storm off in a huff in the middle of the night, while they were looking for a potential killer and a body or two, inside a maze.
It had, technically been only around half an hour since he’d last seen the other man walk away, and considering the maze that even Sherlock had to admit was very intricate and well-thought out (not that he would be having any trouble getting out of it, oh no, not at all, not even in the dark, super-genius here), John was most likely still somewhere close.
A low rustling sound, followed by a string of curses just proved his theory right.
“John!” He shouted, swinging around and watching in dismay as the light from his torch flickered and died out with a final flourish. “John, are you there?” Why was he even asking? Only someone from the army could swear like that.
“No, I’m not bloody there, I’m ‘round here – now where the bloody hell are you??” John shouted back, followed by even more rustling and Sherlock realized with a frown that John was on the other side of the very tall hedge in front of him.
“Ah… well. We appear to be separated by this piece of shrubbery,”
“Your skills of deductions have skyrocketed, Sherlock,” John hissed, leaves and twigs sticking him in the face as he tried to push through said hedge. Really, after a whole night of stumbling and running and stumbling some more through the dark, he was not going to let some over-grown plant get in his way.
Of course, the over-grown plant wasn’t really giving him much of a choice.
“John, it would be very hard to push through the texture of the hedge, so if you could just wait for five minutes, I can find a way around…”
“I’m not goddamn waiting! I think a snake just crawled up my pant-leg, a snake, and my hand is bleeding and now I’ve dropped my torch and if I never ever see a hedge again in my whole life it will be too soon!”
“A snake, really? What kind, can you tell?”
“Of course I can’t bloody tell, it’s dark,”
“There’s not even really a snake, is there?” Sherlock countered, sounding disappointed. John sighed.
“Hang on,” he said and Sherlock was met with several more rustling noises, though a lot less cursing from John and then the hedge started sort of swaying a little bit, like someone was shaking it and John muttered triumphantly, just as his head appeared over the top, illuminated only by the moon and the few stars in the sky.
“Oh, there you are,” he grinned, moving around to get more of his body over the hedge. “We need to go arrest whoever invented mazes, because I’m telling you that guy’s not right in the head and… whoa!”
The last bit was said as a direct result of toppling over the hedge and falling forwards right towards the ground and, more importantly, towards Sherlock, who had the sense – or perhaps lacked it – to not step away, which in turn resulted in a rather hard and painful tumble to the ground for both of them.
Sherlock gritted his teeth as he heard the sound of a police-car getting rapidly closer in the distance. “Have I mentioned yet that I hate this?”
John snorted.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-12 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-12 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-12 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-12 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 07:00 pm (UTC)(How are you enjoying your newfound freedom, btw?)
no subject
Date: 2011-10-15 10:10 am (UTC)It's amazing. I sleep all the time :D