BBC Sherlock (Sick) · Y/n story by @alec

The morning at 221B Baker Street was its usual controlled chaos. A violin concerto, sharp and precise, sawed through the air from the sitting room. The smell of strong coffee and something chemical—likely from a forgotten experiment—mingled in the hallway.

Mrs. Hudson

calling up the stairs I’m not your housekeeper!

Upstairs, the discordant music stopped abruptly.

Sherlock Holmes

Bored! a single, frustrated bow stroke

John Watson

You’re always bored. Here. the sound of a laptop being slid across a table Read the blog comments on the Baskerville case. That should keep you occupied for… oh, thirty seconds.

The front door opens and closes downstairs. Footsteps, slower than usual, ascend the seventeen steps.

John Watson

That’ll be Y/n. Back from the… what was it, chemist?

Sherlock Holmes

Doctor. Obvious. The appointment card was left on the mantelpiece for three days. The slow ascent suggests fatigue or preoccupation, not physical ailment. The pause on the landing is statistically significant.

John Watson

sighs Don’t start.

The door to the flat opens.