Sherlock Shuffle

1. Pick a character, pairing, family, threesome or moresome you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

BBC Sherlock

Blurred Lines- Robin Thicke
Sherlock, John, Baker Street

“Jawn… Jawn! Where are we going?!” A blindfolded Sherlock Holmes exclaimed as John Watson guided him down a flight of stairs of 221B Baker Street.
“You’ll see.”
“John, I don’t like this blindfold was it necessary? I can barely see anything through the blindfold, it’s all blurry!”
“That’s the point Sherlock.”
“Are we there yet?” John sighed and helped Sherlock down another step
“Almost!” They finally achieved heading down the stair and John grabbed Sherlock’s hand and led him into a room and sat him on a chair.
“Can I take off the blindfold now?” Sherlock asked
“Yes, Sherlock, you can.” Sherlock did so and frowned at the cake which was decorated with icing and candles before him, but John just smiled
“Happy Birthday Sherlock.”

Hero- Nickelback
John, Sherlock, The Reichenbach Fall

“Sherlock get down!” John Watson screamed as he saw the mighty Sherlock Holmes on the roof of Saint Barts
“I can’t… We’ll have to do it like this.”
“What are you doing?”
“John, I need you to pay attention to what I say now.”
“OK, Sherlock whatever you say.”
“Remember you once said that I was a Hero?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m not. I never was. I’m a lie.”
“Don’t say that Sherlock!”
“I’m sorry…”
“Sherlock just stop it. Stop all this. You’re a Hero to me and always will be.” There was a chuckle on the other end
“Goodbye John.” Sherlock threw his phone away and leaned forward.
He Fell.

Invisible Touch- Genesis
Sherlock Holmes, After The Reichenbach Fall.

Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes. I was a Consulting Detective who worked alongside John Watson, my only friend. And I fell from the top of Saint Barts 3 years ago. There was no plan, no back up and no help.
I died.
I am now a ghost who follows John Watson around. He can’t see me or hear me, but, I can hear him and I can see him. But just between you and me, I can touch him. I can brush my hand across his shoulder and he can feel it. When he looks back I long for him to see me however he cannot, this is torture. It’s like I have an Invisible Touch.
I refuse to leave his side and refuse to go to the afterlife. He is my friend, my partner and I will stay with him until my soul decays. It’s just me and John Watson. The Detective and his Blogger. Together, until the end of our days.

Waka Waka- Shakira
John, Child!Lock

Sherlock stomped off and sat on a bench, John Watson chased after him and plopped himself next to the sulking child.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t like football!” Sherlock exclaimed and crossed his arms
“You’ve barely tried Sherlock!”
“Why did you drag me out here Uncle John? I was doing homework.”
“I thought it would be fun.”
“Well it wasn’t.” John felt something stab deep into his heart. That. Hurt.
“Well you know what?” John kneeled in front of the child
“What?”
“How about you try again?”
“Those others keep beating me!”
“Well, you ignore Anderson and Sally, eh? I’ll play on your side how’s that?”
“Really?” Sherlock looked up at his uncle
“Really, you’ll see we’ll beat them. Now come on, brush yourself off and let’s go!” John held out a hand and Sherlock took it; then they both ran to the waiting players and continued the game. This time, Sherlock enjoyed it.

Someone Like You – Adele
John, Sherlock’s Grave

John walked up to Sherlock’s grave and placed a bouquet of flowers on it.
“Hey, Sherlock. It’s been a while since you fell… It feels just like yesterday that you… uh… died. I’ve met someone, you would probably object to her but… I like her, she’s nice. We’re going for dinner this Sunday. Another thing you would highly disapprove of… She’s not like you though… Nowhere near. I wish I had told you somethings before you died but I guess that’s what people call regrets… I just want to say there will never be anyone like you. I wish you would come back, just for me… Please, just for me.”

What does the Fox Say? – Ylvis
Sherlock, John, Baker Street

Sherlock scrolled aimlessly through the internet on John’s laptop and came across this thing called Tumblr. He frowned at the misspelling of it.
“Pathetic.” He muttered but clicked the link anyway. 5 minutes later he came across comments talking about ‘What does a fox say?’ he frowned again.
When John came back…
“Sherlock, I’m home!” John Watson raised an eyebrow as he saw Sherlock curled on the couch using his laptop.
“John?”
“Yes, Sherlock?”
“What does the fox say?”

Lean on Me – Bill Withers
Sherlock, John, an Alley Way.

Sherlock groaned painfully and opened his eyes, his vision cleared and he saw a concerned John Watson leaning over him. He managed to make out little of what he was saying
“’Herlock? Need… still… Stabbed… you OK?”
“J’hn?” Sherlock slurred
“It’s me Sherlock, I need you to get up, can you so that?” Sherlock nodded slowly “Good, I’ll help you.” John stooped over and helped him up. Sherlock groaned as pain ripped through his head
“Ah…” he whispered
“I know it hurts Sherlock. We’re gonna get out of this OK? Just lean onto me.” Sherlock shook his head stubbornly
“For God sake Sherlock, swallow your damn pride and lean on me!” John chided and Sherlock finally decided he’d listen. He leaned heavily and they left the alley…

Hangover – Taio Cruz
Drunk! Lock, John, Baker Street

“I told you that you shouldn’t have had that bet!” John exclaimed and unlocked the door to 221B. Sherlock and Anderson had a bet on who could drink the most, Sherlock had won by a mile but he ended up drink 3 Vodka bottles, 2 glasses of Cider, a whole bottle of wine and a cup of beer. He danced around drunk for an hour before John dragged him out of the party and took him home. Sherlock leaned on the bannister drunkenly
“Come here…” John muttered and grabbed the Detective’s sleeve and dumped him on the couch “You are going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow…” he sighed
“I wov…” Sherlock muttered but John didn’t catch anything
“I’m sorry Sherlock?”
“I wuv you Jawn.” Sherlock repeated and John forced down a laugh
“I love you to Sherlock, go to sleep.”
“Jawn, could you come here?” John leaned over the half-asleep Sherlock
“What do you want now?” Sherlock grabbed John into a bear hug close to his chest
“Sherlock! Let go!” the ex-army Doctor squealed
“No.” after 5 minutes John gave up. He got comfortable and then slept beside Sherlock on the couch. This will be hard to explain tomorrow…

Trouble Maker – Olly Murs
Teen! Lock

John Watson collected his book for his last lesson from his locker quickly, he had been late for his last lesson and if he was late for this he’d get a detention. He strode past a window and then paused as he saw someone sitting on a bench outside. He had curly hair and black clothes. John realised it was the school ‘badass’ as they put it. He shivered and then walked up to the teen
“Uh… Hello?” John said hesitantly and the curly haired boy looked at him. My God he was gorgeous. John refrained from blushing
“Can I help you?” said the boy, John melted at the voice. It was so full of texture.
“Aren’t you going to class?”
“Don’t feel like it today. What’s your name?” John got lost in the teen’s eyes before snapping out of his trance
“Oh, I’m John. John Watson.”

Oogie Boogie’s Song – Rodrigo y Gabriela
John, Sherlock

“John? John!” Sherlock sprinted down the streets of London screaming his partner’s name. His heart was hammering against his ribs and thundering in his ears
“Where are you?!” Sherlock had got a call from John, who was begging for help and immediately flew out of the flat and looked for his friend. It was dark and it was not helping his search in any way
“JOHN?!” he turned down an alley and froze. He saw John talking to a stranger. He was tied up and bleeding
“What are you going to do?” he heard John growl and the stranger cackled
“I’m going to do the best I can.”