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were_lemurSherlock (BBC), John Watson, all ages, not mine. All he wanted was a midnight snack.
All John wanted was a midnight snack, and he knew that there were leftovers from the Chinese takeaway they'd had for dinner in the refrigerator, and it never crossed his sleep-fogged brain that he should check with Sherlock before opening the door.
He wasn't even properly startled when he found himself face to gelatin torso with a ballistics gelatin dummy as it toppled toward him, off-balance; just caught it as it wobbled and set it back in its place, then grabbed the takeaway carton from behind it, and headed for the computer.
This, he decided, was one for his blog.
All John wanted was a midnight snack, and he knew that there were leftovers from the Chinese takeaway they'd had for dinner in the refrigerator, and it never crossed his sleep-fogged brain that he should check with Sherlock before opening the door.
He wasn't even properly startled when he found himself face to gelatin torso with a ballistics gelatin dummy as it toppled toward him, off-balance; just caught it as it wobbled and set it back in its place, then grabbed the takeaway carton from behind it, and headed for the computer.
This, he decided, was one for his blog.
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Date: 2012-04-29 05:19 pm (UTC)