Hot Diggity Dog Sherlock Fanfic

Smoking Pipe, Serenity and Bonanza

It was November in Southern California, and even though the change of season wasn’t as dramatic as back home in London, there were changes none the less. The air was crisper, the nights shorter, and every evening there was a slight breeze that blew through the streets and it made the last brittle leaves of summer disengage from spindly, brown tree branches and swirl into eddies around one’s feet.  John sat by himself on the curb and watched fall’s little drama unfold. “I miss blogging,” John thought, “It always made him feel less lonely and more connected to the events transpiring around him.” John had expressed a similar thought to Cuddles and Toots just the other day and so the girls had gone with their pocket money to the local drug store and bought John a pink diary with a lock and key. Since, Sherlock, Cuddles, Toots, and Mycroft were all at Choir practice, this seemed the perfect time for John to write in the little diary.

Diary Entry: November 4th: Cuddles’ birthday is tomorrow and so we are going to have dinner at her house, which will consist of black eyed peas, collard greens with salt pork, corn bread and Angel Cake for dessert. It actually sounds quite dreadful, but who am I to comment on food, after all I’m from England and we have some strange dishes there as well.

John sighed, “It felt awkward to write in the little pink book,” he thought as he put the diary down next to him.

It was perfect timing for coming towards him laughing, were Sherlock, Toots, Cuddles, and Mycroft, all bouncing along as the wind blew leaves around their legs and whipped at their pony tails. The scarf around Sherlock’s pony tail slipped away, which made his long curly black, brown hair fall around his face, making him look like an innocent cherub. John chuckled at the unlike image as Sherlock cursed and ran after his run away scarf. Just as Sherlock would reach down to grab it; the scarf would elude his grasp. Finally, Sherlock gave up and joined the group. For some reason it bothered John, so he took off, running through the wind, keeping his eye on the scarf as it slithered away like a snake.

“Run, Run, Jean, get that scarf,” Toots shouted.

John was determined to get that scarf, no matter what, so he plunged ahead. However: his saddle oxfords were no match for the gravel strewn road and as John bent down to pick up the scarf he slipped breaking his fall with the palms of his hands.

Sherlock was the first to reach John, “Jean, are you okay?” Sherlock asked as he examined John’s bloody palms.

John looked up at Sherlock and silently nodded, as he handed over the pink, battered scarf to Sherlock. “Thank you, John,” Sherlock whispered softy, so that no one else could overhear.

Toots grimaced at John’s bloody palms, “Come on, let’s go to Cuddles’ house her Mom’s a nurse.” Toots said as she helped John up.

After Cuddles’ Mom cleaned and washed John’s palms, she reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small, brown bottle.

“What is that?” John asked skeptically as he tried to free his hand from Cuddles’ Mom’s grasp.

“Oh, it won’t hurt a bit, I call it monkey blood,” Cuddles’ Mom said as she poured a small amount over John’s hand.

“Jesus, that hurts,” John yelped.

“Jean, I will wash your mouth out with soap, if I ever hear you speak like that again,” Cuddles’ Mom scolded as she blew on John’s palms. “It helps with the pain,” she said.

“What, I have never heard of such a thing. What is that stuff anyway?” John questioned as he snatched up the bottle. “Mercurochrome, my Go..goodness, this has mercury in it. What are you trying to do, give me lead poisoning?” John asked incredulously.