Drabbles for all!
This is for redconverse, inspired by elina_kivimaki. Off to go write redconverse's (slightly late) birthday fic!
Title: The Bathroom Incident
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Holmes has an unfortunate encounter whilst in the bath.
I was enjoying the relative peace and quiet of the sitting room, my legs stretched out in front of me and my rump nuzzled into several cushions. I was holding a half empty brandy glass to my chest as I gazed dreamily into the dancing flames and trying to persuade my sleepy mind to wake up and start work on the story my publisher was demanding, but I was completely comfortable where I was.
Sherlock Holmes had disappeared some time ago for his bath and in the stillness of the early evening I could sometimes hear the faint splashing sounds coming from the bathroom. I began to drift off to sleep, dreaming of my friend.
I must had dropped off because I was awoken with a start by what sounded like a frantic splash, a slippery thud and the sounds of our landlady laughing hysterically. Terribly confused, I leapt to my feet (upsetting the brandy glass that I had rested upon my chest) and raced up the stairs to the bathroom.
Mrs Hudson was leaning against the wall actually weeping with laughter, the door open to her right. I peered through anxiously and spotted Holmes shivering in one corner, his hands covering his modesty. He was a brilliant shade of crimson.
"What on Earth is going on?" I enquired.
"There's...." Mrs Hudson tried to say but unfortunately was rendered completely helpless with laughter.
Frustrated I turned to only sane person who might be able to provide me with an answer, "Holmes?" He stood staring at his feet unable to meet my eyes. Picking up a towel from the stand by the door I handed it to him, he took it and wrapped it around his thin waist without saying a word.
"Someone?"
Still clutching the door frame for support, Mrs Hudson pointed with one hand towards the bathtub, her other hand trying to stifle her giggles. After give them both a questioning look I took a few steps over and glanced over the edge of the the enamel bath. There was nothing really to see, apart from a small spider resting by the tap. It quickly dawned on me and I turned back to face Holmes, who was still crimson and staring intently at the floor.
"It's tiny." I tried to keep a straight face.
"...I know..." Holmes answered in a very small voice.
Unfortunately I too found myself laughing helplessly with Mrs Hudson, whilst Holmes stormed off down the stairs and slammed his bedroom door with a plaster shattering 'thud'. Mrs Hudson and myself turned to each other and both began to laugh again until our sides were sore and we could laugh no more.
Actually woke up at 5am this morning. Then made myself go back to sleep until 9am. Then lay in bed until 11am.
*twiddles thumbs*