Sherlock One Shots

Oneshot: Sarcasm and Sass at 221B

Being flatmates with the almighty William Sherlock Scott Holmes could be awesome. Body parts in the fridge, eyeballs in the cupboard, so far so good. To be honest, I really didn't mind those things. But the most annoying thing was the fact that the consulting detective had no sense of humor, nor his brother. It was going to be the death of me one day.

Mycroft tends to pay us a visit on the most impossible moments. So one day, I had enough and wanted to pay him back.

"Morning, (Y/N), brother mine." He greeted as he walked into our flat. I had just heard of the fact that they call him "The Ice Man", so I couldn't resist to making the one pun. I looked him straight in the face and started to drum my fingers on the table. I sang along: "Ice, ice, baby..."

Mycroft rolled his eyes so overdramatically they would fall out of their sockets. "(Y/N), if you could stop singing, that would be great, I am trying to have a conversation with my brother." But to his dismay, I kept on singing. I turned my head towards Sherlock, who had a mishievous smile on his lips. He let his violin appear out of nowhere and started playing along. I grinned like an idiot and kept on singing.

"How did you know my... nickname?", Mycroft asked coldly. I snickered. "I got my reliable sources. I hope you're... cool with that." I heard John inhale sharply through his nose from the kitchen. I was enjoying this way too much.

"What did you bring here, mister Holmes? You are rarely so n-ice to pay us a visit." A cup was placed with force on the kitchen table. John. This was amazing.

"Punning is the lowest form of wit, Y/N. Stop wasting my time with pointless so called humor."

"Oh Mycroft, chill out. No need to get all frozen and stiff about a few jokes." Audible sighs were heard from both the Holmes brothers. Guess Sherlock didn't like all my puns...

Some time later

Sherlock had made an arrangement with Mycroft and agreed upon taking a case. The elderly Holmes was about to grab his umbrella, as I entered the room. "Leaving already, Icey Mykey?"

"You're despicable." he murmured beaten and drained of any intonation in his voice.

"Skate ya later, alligator."

This was a short one I know but I mean... Puns. Kdkdksns'sksksnsnsnsndlsnsksns