The Consulting Neighbour
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“I made mouse. Well, i sort of cheated. It’s blender mouse, but it’s still in the fridge. And it tastes just as good I swear.”
“Thank you.” She sat up carefully. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Stress equals food. We’ve been over this.” Grace said with a wave of her hand. ” Besides, It’s not even proper mouse.”
A faint smile worked its way onto the corner’s of Sophie’s lips. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.”
Grace nodded. It was her mum’s recipe. She hadn’t made it in a while.
“Um, would-… would it be alright if I ate in here?”
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Headcanon #6?
When Sophie’s already sick, any kind of fighting makes her feel ten times worse. So, anytime she’s under the weather, John makes sure to find something something to keep Sherlock out of the flat.
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Sophie woke up an hour later in more pain than she remembered. “Grace?” she called, finding that the woman had left the room.
“Your chocolate mouse isn’t set yet,” Grace said, walking back into the room and leaning against the door frame.
“What?” the girl asked, slightly shocked.
“I made mouse. Well, i sort of cheated. It’s blender mouse, but it’s still in the fridge. And it tastes just as good I swear.”
“Thank you.” She sat up carefully. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Stress equals food. We’ve been over this.” Grace said with a wave of her hand. ” Besides, It’s not even proper mouse.”
A faint smile worked its way onto the corner’s of Sophie’s lips. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.”
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((Why can’t people just let movies be movies? They don’t need nine sequels and a TV show.))
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Sophie woke up an hour later in more pain than she remembered. “Grace?” she called, finding that the woman had left the room.
“Your chocolate mouse isn’t set yet,” Grace said, walking back into the room and leaning against the door frame.
“What?” the girl asked, slightly shocked.
“I made mouse. Well, i sort of cheated. It’s blender mouse, but it’s still in the fridge. And it tastes just as good I swear.”
“Thank you.” She sat up carefully. “You didn’t have to do that.”
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My train of thought while half asleep:
“Shadows can’t have shadows because mirrors, mirrors, mirrors and my kids will be like bunnies.”
((I swear this made perfect sense earlier.))
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“I’m sorry I killed her.”
“You didn’t kill her Sherlock….”
“Of course I did. It’s my fault she left and if she hadn’t have left, she wouldn’t have started smoking. If she hadn’t have started smoking, she wouldn’t have gotten lung cancer… And wouldn’t have died.” He balled his hands into fists and hit the wooden floor with fury. “And if i had just found that… fucking cure-!”
The soldier jumped up slightly when his flat mate pounded onto the floor with his fist. ”So that’s why… the whole time you were so enthralled in your experiments when all of this was happening because… Y-you were finding a cure.” gulped John. ”I should have known…. I’m so, so, so sorry Sherlock. And all this time I thought you were being a workaholic and ignoring the problem. I’m such an idiot.” remarked Watson as he placed his hands upon his head and grasped his hairline tightly like some sort of problematic child.
“No, you’re not. I am.”
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“Great actually. I had an amazing sleep. Now come on then. How about some amazing breakfast eh?” The two walked out into the main room and saw Sherlock simply sitting with his eyes closed and his fingers steepled under his chin. ”Well seems like somebody came home late last night.” muttered John.
“What is he doing?” she whispered.
“Thinking… well… resting actually. By the bags under his eyes he probably came home late again. No matter. Come on let’s get some sandwiches ready then.”
“So, he’s… sleeping?”
“In his own weird way yes.” nodded John as he got some stale bread out of the fridge.
Sophie rather awkwardly sat down at the table, chin resting in her hand, when a though occurred. “Erm…” she started. “What… what kind of sandwich’s do I like?”
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The Great Unforeseen- AU
“I’m sorry, who let Sherlock cook?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
John awkwardly cleared his throat and shuffled into a nearby seat. ”Erm… long story… I said he should help out more so he made lunch and yeah… that’s about it really.”
Sophie stabbed one of the pieces of pasta with her fork and watched it shatter. She looked up at John with an expression of disbelief. “He used liquid nitrogen.”
“How can you tell?” asked John with a disgusted look upon his face as he sniffed one of the pasta pieces and threw it back down onto his plate.
It quickly turned to dust. “That’s how.”
“O-oh… Oh my.” gulped John as he pushed his plate away and licked his lips. He then shot Sophie a knowing look. “Speedys?”
“Speedy’s,” she repeated, quickly getting up from her chair, careful to maneuver her belly around the table’s edge.
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Sophie woke up an hour later in more pain than she remembered. “Grace?” she called, finding that the woman had left the room.
“Your chocolate mouse isn’t set yet,” Grace said, walking back into the room and leaning against the door frame.
“What?” the girl asked, slightly shocked.
