Just a crack-ish kind of ficlet that popped into my head. Enjoy.:)
Sherlock Holmes watched, bemused, as Molly Hooper hurried forward, wrapped two small hands around the metal bar, bent her knees, leaned back, and pulled.
He had never seen anyone manage to make doors look as heavy as Molly just had.
She looked over her shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow at his immobility.
“Aren’t you coming in, Sherlock?”
He knitted his brows.
“Not just yet. Would you please step aside, Molly?”
The pathologist huffed and rolled her eyes.
“Oh for chrissakes Sherlock, just get in.”
“Please, Molly? I would like to test something.”
With a long-suffering glare, Molly relinquished her hold on the door, letting it swing closed, and stepped aside.
Sherlock reached out one arm, wrapped his hand around the metal bar previously held by a much smaller pair of hands just a moment past, and pulled.
The door swung open easily with him exerting just minimal effort.
“It isn’t that heavy,” he said with a note of wonder.
“Of course it isn’t,” she exclaimed. Then, hesitantly, “Sherlock… You’re not…”
“High? Do stop being ridiculous, Molly. I think we’re past the days of you pretending to be less intelligent than we both know you are. I was simply wondering why you opened this door the way you did.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Molly blurted, her blush telling a different story.
He quirked a brow at her.
Annoyed, she glared up at him, cheeks still red.
"Okay, Consulting Detective. How about you deduce why I do it like that?”
She stuck her chin out and crossed her arms.
Without missing a beat, he answered, “Efficiency, obviously.”
“Well there you go. You knew it all along, why ask?”
He had the gall to roll his eyes like she was the exasperating one, the prick.
“Because, Molly Hooper, that door is nowhere near heavy enough to merit much beyond minimal effort, so there’s no reason to open it other than the normal way, and frankly you just look ridiculously adorable opening it the way you did.”
She blinked up at him.
“What? What did you say?”
“I said, that door is-”
“No, the last bit.”
Another eyeroll from the manchild, and Molly Hooper’s palm started itching, but she kept her temper in check.
“I said, you just look ridiculous opening that door-”
“You are a liar, William Sherlock Scott Holmes.”
“I beg your pardon, Margaret Anne Hooper.”
“That was not what you said. You had better repeat what you actually said or this first date is not happening.”
Sherlock sighed, but a corner of his mouth quirked upwards in a telltale smile.
“Fine, Doctor Hooper,” he drawled, his voice dropping to melting dark chocolate levels. His arm snaked around her waist, and she let him pull her closer, “I said, you look so absolutely adorable opening doors in that quirky little way of yours, that I’m tempted to let you open doors for me all the time just to watch you do it.”
She dimpled up at him.
“Close enough. Now let’s head in. I’m famished.”
Sherlock stepped forward, keeping her tucked against him as he pulled the door open. The smell of fish and chips greeted them and Molly’s mouth watered.
“Why did you not just wait for me to open the door for you anyway?” Sherlock asked once they were seated, his thumb running over her knuckles as they held hands atop the table.
She smiled impishly.
“It’s the 21st century, my dear Sherlock. And really, doors aren’t that heavy.”
Adventures in knitting: when the gauge just isn’t good
I decided to take on the shersocks pattern, by lattes and llamas (the same people behind the geekalong blanket) in hopes of getting an awesome pair of socks, and a few eat.sleep.knit. Badges in the process.
I cast on the other day, and as I progressed I grew fearful that I was creating a sock that would only fit hagrid. I kept going on, trying to trust the process (and hoping I wouldn’t loose all of the work I’ve done!).
When I got home last night, I compared the size of the shersocks to another pair of socks I am working on, and knew it was time to formulate a plan b…. Good news, the sock fit my kindle paper white! I made it a little longer, finished with a Kitchener bind off, and added an i-cord and a button for a cute little sleeve.
Another square finish for the Never-ending Sherlock Blanket. This one based off (the adorable) young Sherlock’s jumper.
Hoping to have pattern finished and added to Ravelry by Monday.
Now back to my long overdue holiday knitting before I convince myself to design a Mycroft square…
It’s been over a month since I finally finished this monstrosity of a jumper, and I thought I would wait with this post until I had a better picture, but I decided to just post it so you guys can see the final product.
It isn’t completely done as I still have to do the joins on the reverse side and do the edging but it’s all in one piece. It’s about the same size as a queen sized blanket. And it weighs about ten pounds.
After knitting a wallpaper hat for the Baker Street Babes’ Charity Auction, I was struck by the idea of making similar hats for myself and my sisters, but with each featuring the wallpaper design in that sister’s favorite color. They came down to visit last weekend to see the Lion King, and I handed them out. Hooray, everyone liked theirs!!
Here’s my first attempt at a fair-isle project, a Sherlock themed cowl! It took so long, I made a mistake that I repeated throughout a whole row (and only realised much too late to go back and fix it) but I’m really pleased with it! The little skulls are so cute 💀
The pattern’s by Professor Fonz and it’s called High Functioning Cowl. Best of all it’s free on ravelry!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Fluff, Johnlock - Freeform, John Loves Sherlock, knit hat, Sweet, Pet Names, Established Relationship Summary:
Baby, it’s cold outside! John wants to make sure his sweetheart is all bundled up.
My newest fic attempt inspired by chilly walks in the park.