JWP 2014 #12 --- Distraction

[alaylith]

Title: Distraction
Theme: July Writing Prompt 2014 #12 - July 12
Prompt: Imported cheese. Whether it's actual fromage from another country, or dairy product that has been imported from someplace unexpected, or simply a sense of humor from a foreign land, it's up to you.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC (S1); based on ACD "Silver Blaze"
Characters: Sherlock, John
Word Count: 350
Summary: Sherlock notices John's pain and tries to distract him. Skillfully, of course.


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Sherlock still has to accustom to not being alone, so it takes Sherlock several meters until he notices the absent second set of breathing and footsteps behind him.

He turns around and sees John, bracing himself against a tree stump with a painful grimace on his face and with one hand he clutches his wounded leg.
Sherlock cringes, hearing distantly a memorised loud thump and surprised shout in his mind, before he walks back to John.

John, sensing his approach, immediatly tries to straighten and to smooth his face - not willing to show any pain or weakness in front of hsi roommate.
Knowing that John would not accept any consideration, mistaking it for pity, Sherlock's eyes come to rest on the small bag lying besides John's feet.

"I am hungry," he finally states as John looks at him and John blinks bemused.
Sherlock rolls his eyes, then takes with one hand the bag and with the other John's elbow.

"I am hungry, John," Sherlock repeats haughtily and leads John to a big rock sitting at the side.
"You already said that," John says, letting himself be lead and finally pushed to sit, before Sherlock drops the bag in his lap.

"So feed me," Sherlock continues and John snorts, but obediently opens the bag they got from one the maids back at the stable.

A few minutes later both are munching on sandwiches and cheese, while Sherlock points out several interesting landmarks visible from their place.

"Do you think the cheese is imported?" Sherlock suddenly asks, successfully gaining John's attention, who has been absentmindedly kneading his leg.
"Hm? The cheese, Sherlock?"

"Yes, the cheese, John. Do you think it is imported?" Sherlock nods at the remaining pieces and John draws his eyebrows together. "I don't know. Why are you asking?"
As John thoughtfully puts one piece in his mouth, Sherlock sweeps up the last few and stuffs them into his own, before jumping up. "Nevermind. Hurry up!"

John blinks for a moment, but then puts their things back in the bag and hurries after Sherlock - the pain in his leg forgotten.

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Comments

[maestress83.livejournal.com]

Clever boy--Sherlock knows his John.

[tardisjournal.livejournal.com]

I like how Sherlock can get John out of his own head using the simplest of means here. Clearly it doesn't always take someone getting killed to distract John from his pain!