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Phases of the Moon

Summary:

Sherlock's life is perfectly full without sex. (Or, Sherlock spends a week doing things that he enjoys and somehow manages to not insult anyone the whole time.)

Notes:

This is a story about virginity and asexuality and disinterest in sex, without any of those things being mentioned in the text! One of the things that annoyed me about AsiB was how many times “virgin” is used as an insult. I realize it's much more socially acceptable for me, a young woman, to be a virgin than it is for Sherlock, a grown man, but I'm a firm proponent of the idea that nobody has to have sex if they don't want to. It's nothing to be ashamed of, no matter your age, your sex, or anything.

 

For some reason the week described in this fic starts on Monday and ends on Sunday, rather than going Sunday to Saturday. Hopefully that isn't disconcerting to anyone!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

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Monday

The week starts off well. They get kicked out of Westminster Abbey while investigating a docent conning tourists out of money. It's not the most productive day, but Sherlock gets to practice his Swedish accent and John punches a man dressed as a rabbi. (Sherlock is eighty percent sure he wasn't actually a rabbi. In any case, the knife was real enough.)

 

Tuesday

He stays up half the night with the television on mute, watching silent antics on the screen and thinking. Sherlock wakes up at dawn with upholstery marks on his face and sits up quickly. He knows. John doesn't appreciate the early start, but the case is solved before breakfast.

It leaves Sherlock feeling frivolous, so he spends the afternoon at the British Museum, perusing a new exhibit on South American mummies. John isn't even bored – though that has more to do with the dark-haired museum guide than the centuries-old Incans he's supposed to be looking at.

 

Wednesday

He goes to Bart's and examines a sixty-two-year-old corpse with a fascinating skin condition. Molly even manages to not flirt at him for the whole time he's there. Sherlock makes a conscious effort not to make any sort of comment on her new outfit, and the day is rather pleasant for everyone – dead Mr. Ogletree excluded, of course.

 

Thursday

p John goes out to see some old school friends. He promises to return home at once if a case comes up, but Sherlock is left lying bored on the sofa regardless. He spends an hour thinking of the number of ways to kill a man in an airport bathroom. (Thirty-seven.) Tiring of that, Sherlock plays the violin loudly until Mrs. Hudson brings him tea. She also brings the book on cartography he'd purchased on the internet, which he reads upside-down in a chair until John comes home.

 

Friday

He finishes his book in the bath, narrowly avoiding dunking the bottom half during a particularly interesting chapter. He closes it with a snap and throws on his clothes. Friday is an excellent day for experiments and there's a vial of mercury in the cupboard calling his name.

 

Saturday

Sherlock's chemicals are confiscated by John until he learns not to leave acids lying about the flat where the dishes are in danger of having holes melted into them. He refuses to speak to John in anything but German for the rest of the day, and writes a catalogue of common chemical makeups of clothing dye on his website, just so the day doesn't feel wasted.

 

Sunday

John gives him a bag of flour and a sack of sugar, suggesting he put his interest in chemical reactions to more practical uses. Sherlock demands he act as sous chef and they make a mess of the kitchen, but end up with a perfectly serviceable cake. Sherlock gets distracted while they wait for it to finish baking and shows John how to make glue out of milk, mummify an apple, and move cereal with a magnet. John is duly impressed and Sherlock refrains from mentioning that he found those experiments juvenile when he was eight. He's in a good mood, and there's no need to end the week with a row.

 


end.

Notes:

I stole the food chemistry experiments Sherlock and John do from this website.