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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 17 - prompt "Bah humbug"
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.
Christmas Eve
17. Prompt – Bah humbug
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Mycroft & Sherlock, Sherlock/Molly, Sherlolly
Title – Christmas Eve
If Mycroft was surprised to see Molly curled up on Sherlock’s sofa wearing a pair of pajamas, he didn’t show it. He also didn’t seem to bat an eye when Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen with two mugs, dressed in his own set of pajamas and a dressing gown.
“Miss Hooper, if you don’t mind, I need to speak with my bro—"
“No,” Sherlock cut him off as he handed Molly her cocoa.
Mycroft sighed, clearly not in the mood to indulge his brother’s little game. “I must insist—"
“No,” Sherlock cut him off once more. He sat down next to Molly, who immediately curled up against his side. “It’s Christmas eve.”
“So I’ve been told, although I don’t see how the date is relevant when it comes to urgent matters of—” Mycroft held up his hand and glared when Sherlock opened his mouth to interrupt for the third time. “Enough! What will it take to get you to act like an adult?”
“A Christmas miracle.”
This time Mycroft’s sigh was accompanied by a grimace. “He never cared for the holiday before. This is your fault.” He pointed the tip of his umbrella at Molly.
“I know.” She smiled.
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.
Christmas Eve
17. Prompt – Bah humbug
Fandom – Sherlock
Ship – Mycroft & Sherlock, Sherlock/Molly, Sherlolly
Title – Christmas Eve
If Mycroft was surprised to see Molly curled up on Sherlock’s sofa wearing a pair of pajamas, he didn’t show it. He also didn’t seem to bat an eye when Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen with two mugs, dressed in his own set of pajamas and a dressing gown.
“Miss Hooper, if you don’t mind, I need to speak with my bro—"
“No,” Sherlock cut him off as he handed Molly her cocoa.
Mycroft sighed, clearly not in the mood to indulge his brother’s little game. “I must insist—"
“No,” Sherlock cut him off once more. He sat down next to Molly, who immediately curled up against his side. “It’s Christmas eve.”
“So I’ve been told, although I don’t see how the date is relevant when it comes to urgent matters of—” Mycroft held up his hand and glared when Sherlock opened his mouth to interrupt for the third time. “Enough! What will it take to get you to act like an adult?”
“A Christmas miracle.”
This time Mycroft’s sigh was accompanied by a grimace. “He never cared for the holiday before. This is your fault.” He pointed the tip of his umbrella at Molly.
“I know.” She smiled.