Sherlock advent drabbles :D

Today's word is: Green weenie

John's pretty sure that someone out there has it in for him. Although, unlike most people, John doesn't have to blame malevolent spirits, or deities or 'the man'. No, John has a pretty good idea of who that 'someone' is.

Life is a daily struggle. Today, there's an odd green liquid in the bathroom sink that smells of sulphur. With an annoyed huff, John washes his hands in the bath instead. Next he discovers that there are dangers inherent in leaving his slippers in the sitting room, especially if you dislike finding a dismembered foot in one of them. For all the world, John doesn't know if his flatmate does this sort of thing as a joke or if there's a reason in the madness, although, what that reason would be is anyone's guess. More confusing, truth be told, is the fact that John opens the cupboard in the kitchen to discover that someone's eaten all of his cereal. And the thought of Sherlock eating four consecutive bowls of branflakes is mildly terrifying to say the least.

Worst of all, though - the absolute worst - is that John's only been home for fifteen minutes when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

He picks it up to discover the following text:

I need you to come to Highgate Cemetary. SH

Just as John's reading, the phone buzzes again.

Urgently. SH

Given previous experience, there's an extremely high chance that Sherlock only wants John there to pass him a pen, or to tell him what time it is, or a myriad of other equally menial and infuriating tasks.

John should probably ignore it.

Then again, there's also a chance that this is important. Exciting. Life-threatening, even.

John purses his lips.

And, with a resigned sigh, he throws on his coat and heads out the door.

Yes. There's someone out there who has it in for John, alright. And John's pretty sure that that 'someone' is himself.