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darnedchild) wrote2020-07-07 12:16 pm
darnedchild) wrote2020-07-07 12:16 pm
A Child With a Cold - Fandom Christmas in July 2020
Summary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 7 - prompt "Someone has caught a cold"
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.
A Child With a Cold
7. Prompt – Someone has caught a cold
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Gen, Molly & Mrs Hudson
Title – A Child With a Cold
Molly had barely had a chance to enter Baker Street before Mrs Hudson was upon her. “Oh thank God, you’re finally here.”
“You only called an hour ago,” Molly protested as she pulled off her coat.
A text alert issued from Mrs Hudson’s pocket. She pulled her mobile out and brutally hit a button to silence it. “I should have called the moment he woke up.”
“Is it really that bad?” Molly glanced upstairs even though she wouldn’t be able to see anything in Sherlock’s flat.
“Worse. He turns into an infant the moment he gets sick. Every single time. An infant with a phone.” As if on cue, the mobile text went off again.
Seconds later, there was a thump—probably a single foot stomping on the upper floor—and Sherlock’s hoarse voice loudly whinging, “Mrs Hudson, where is my tea? And another blanket.”
Both women glared at the ceiling.
“I see what you mean.” Molly rolled up her sleeves. “Well, if he’s going to act like a child just because he’s got a cold, then we’ll treat him like a child.”
“I’ve always liked you, dear.” Mrs Hudson grinned. “You remind me of myself when I was younger.”
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.
A Child With a Cold
7. Prompt – Someone has caught a cold
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Gen, Molly & Mrs Hudson
Title – A Child With a Cold
Molly had barely had a chance to enter Baker Street before Mrs Hudson was upon her. “Oh thank God, you’re finally here.”
“You only called an hour ago,” Molly protested as she pulled off her coat.
A text alert issued from Mrs Hudson’s pocket. She pulled her mobile out and brutally hit a button to silence it. “I should have called the moment he woke up.”
“Is it really that bad?” Molly glanced upstairs even though she wouldn’t be able to see anything in Sherlock’s flat.
“Worse. He turns into an infant the moment he gets sick. Every single time. An infant with a phone.” As if on cue, the mobile text went off again.
Seconds later, there was a thump—probably a single foot stomping on the upper floor—and Sherlock’s hoarse voice loudly whinging, “Mrs Hudson, where is my tea? And another blanket.”
Both women glared at the ceiling.
“I see what you mean.” Molly rolled up her sleeves. “Well, if he’s going to act like a child just because he’s got a cold, then we’ll treat him like a child.”
“I’ve always liked you, dear.” Mrs Hudson grinned. “You remind me of myself when I was younger.”