twentysomething: (OH MY HEART BOYS)
Title: Staring at Squares, But My Eyes Never Focus

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC, 2010)

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Summary: "But for the moment, he’s master of his own chair- as content as is reasonably expectable of a cold, dreary morning, ignoring the dull ache in his shoulder and the sympathetic twitch in his leg. He’s got a (more or less) fresh cup of tea and the Wednesday morning crossword and the comfortable stretch of a morning ahead, free of outside obligation."

Length: 900 wordsish.

Warnings: None, other than if you've ever had someone answer your crossword unasked, you'll feel much like John and I do.

Notes: I imagine it has to be extremely frustrating to try to pursue any intellectual past-times, even as innocuous as the crossword when you're living with a genius. I live with [personal profile] leupagus, but she's never tried this, so she's still alive. With love, for her. <3

John’s sitting in his chair- by virtue of it being one of the few places in the apartment that stays relatively clean, but that’s just because the moment he vacates it, even to get a book from the next room, he’ll come back to find Sherlock in it. )

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