JWP 2014 #27 --- Eat
27/07/2014 14:27Title: Eat
Theme: July Writing Prompt 2014 #27 - July 27
Prompt: Dish of the Day. Curried Fowl? Oysters?: Focus on food in some way in your work.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC (S1); based on ACD's "Silver Blaze"
Characters: Sherlock, John
WordCount: 234
Summary: Sherlock wants John to eat his food, but John does not.
A/N: How mean, I've got a horrible toothache and can't eat without pain... ;(
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Two pairs of eyes stare unblinking into each other, neither willing to be the first to look away.
"Eat."
"No."
Both faces frown, their eyebrows drawn deep over their eyes and their lips twisted almost snarl like.
"John."
"Sherlock."
Both sit opposite each other, John in the hospital bed and Sherlock in his (yes, it is his - no one else is allowed to use it) chair at his side.
"Eat."
"No."
Now Sherlock's face turns into a pout, while John is doing his best to ignore the expression.
Thankfully no one has ever told Sherlock that he has the hangdog look perfected, otherwise he would use that weapon more often.
"Whyever not?"
"Have you ever tasted that stuff?"
Sherlock dips his head, following John's outstrechted finger to the hospital tray food they are arguing about.
He has to admit, the stuff whatever it is does really not look all too good, but it is hospital food.
A hospital is about making people feel better, so the food has to be good - simple logic.
And to proof his point Sherlock takes the spoon and puts the food into his own mouth.
At first John looks surprised, but after a few moments that changes to worry.
"Sherlock? Sherlock, are you - Damn it, idiot, breathe!"
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One hour later the nurses at the reception are taken by surprise when a delivery guy brings two boxes of pizza.
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Theme: July Writing Prompt 2014 #27 - July 27
Prompt: Dish of the Day. Curried Fowl? Oysters?: Focus on food in some way in your work.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: PG
Universe: BBC (S1); based on ACD's "Silver Blaze"
Characters: Sherlock, John
WordCount: 234
Summary: Sherlock wants John to eat his food, but John does not.
A/N: How mean, I've got a horrible toothache and can't eat without pain... ;(
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Two pairs of eyes stare unblinking into each other, neither willing to be the first to look away.
"Eat."
"No."
Both faces frown, their eyebrows drawn deep over their eyes and their lips twisted almost snarl like.
"John."
"Sherlock."
Both sit opposite each other, John in the hospital bed and Sherlock in his (yes, it is his - no one else is allowed to use it) chair at his side.
"Eat."
"No."
Now Sherlock's face turns into a pout, while John is doing his best to ignore the expression.
Thankfully no one has ever told Sherlock that he has the hangdog look perfected, otherwise he would use that weapon more often.
"Whyever not?"
"Have you ever tasted that stuff?"
Sherlock dips his head, following John's outstrechted finger to the hospital tray food they are arguing about.
He has to admit, the stuff whatever it is does really not look all too good, but it is hospital food.
A hospital is about making people feel better, so the food has to be good - simple logic.
And to proof his point Sherlock takes the spoon and puts the food into his own mouth.
At first John looks surprised, but after a few moments that changes to worry.
"Sherlock? Sherlock, are you - Damn it, idiot, breathe!"
+++
One hour later the nurses at the reception are taken by surprise when a delivery guy brings two boxes of pizza.
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