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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 5 - prompt "Baking cookies"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Gingerbread Dough
5. Prompt - Baking cookies
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Gen, Sherlock & Mary
Title – Gingerbread Dough
“Hand me the cloves.”
“Hmm?”
“The ground cloves.” Mary pointed to the bottle near Sherlock’s elbow. “If you’re going to take up space in my kitchen, then you need to make yourself useful.”
He waited until she’d finished whisking to ask, “Does John know about this?”
“This?”
“Us.” He waved his hand back and forth between them. “What we do when he’s not home.”
Mary shook her head. “I haven’t said anything.”
“Do you think we should?”
“We’re not hiding it. Half the time you’re still here when he gets back from the clinic.” She set up her mixer.
“He sees, but he does not observe,” Sherlock sighed. “I left an open bag full of ropes in the hall last week, and not a word.”
“Speaking of, go ahead and get ready while I finish mixing the gingerbread and get it into the fridge.”
Twenty minutes later, Mary entered the bedroom to find crime scene photos and files spread across her duvet. “Okay, show me what you’ve got this time.”
“Here is where the body was found. Blunt force trauma to the skull, should have been blood pooled here—"
“But there’s nothing. Meaning the body was moved.”
Sherlock grinned. “Exactly.”
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Gingerbread Dough
5. Prompt - Baking cookies
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Gen, Sherlock & Mary
Title – Gingerbread Dough
“Hand me the cloves.”
“Hmm?”
“The ground cloves.” Mary pointed to the bottle near Sherlock’s elbow. “If you’re going to take up space in my kitchen, then you need to make yourself useful.”
He waited until she’d finished whisking to ask, “Does John know about this?”
“This?”
“Us.” He waved his hand back and forth between them. “What we do when he’s not home.”
Mary shook her head. “I haven’t said anything.”
“Do you think we should?”
“We’re not hiding it. Half the time you’re still here when he gets back from the clinic.” She set up her mixer.
“He sees, but he does not observe,” Sherlock sighed. “I left an open bag full of ropes in the hall last week, and not a word.”
“Speaking of, go ahead and get ready while I finish mixing the gingerbread and get it into the fridge.”
Twenty minutes later, Mary entered the bedroom to find crime scene photos and files spread across her duvet. “Okay, show me what you’ve got this time.”
“Here is where the body was found. Blunt force trauma to the skull, should have been blood pooled here—"
“But there’s nothing. Meaning the body was moved.”
Sherlock grinned. “Exactly.”