Title: Sunday, Sunday
Author: fanficwriter101
Pairing: Sherlock/John & Mycroft/Lestrade
Fandoms: Sherlock
Disclaimer: The characters from the show aren't mine, they belong to others. No copyright infringement intended. Any characters you don't recognize are mine. Feedback would be nice, positive feedback would be nicer. Enjoy!
Category: Sherlock (BBC 2010) slash (implied) PWP fluff ficlet
Rating: R for insinuation to be safe/G for content
Characters: Sherlock/John and Mycroft/Lestrade
Series: No
Spoilers: None intended but anything (including the unaired pilot) may get a mention
Summary: Lazy Sunday morning in two different parts of Central London
Archive: Just tell me where it's going
Additional 'stuff': I'm getting *really* close to my first actual slashfic in this fandom. Not there yet but I'm getting there. And I have yet to decide who's going to star in it. This sort of fits before 'Have your cake' but can be read as a standalone.

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Baker Street...

John yawned and stretched, eyes opening lazily. Not for the first time, the first thing he saw was Sherlock, sitting on the edge of his bed in his dressing gown and pyjamas.

Sherlock looked up from his Blackberry. "Morning."

John sighed. "You know, we talked about this didn't we? Unless you want to wake me up, there's not really much point in sitting on my bed waiting for me to wake up, is there? I mean, it doesn't speed up the process does it?"

Sherlock shrugged. "You're awake now."

"Plus it's a bit...weird Sherlock."

"Weird?" Sherlock queried, needing qualification.

"Yeah, waking up with a bloke sitting on the end of my bed isn't exactly...not weird."

Sherlock shook his head in a mixture of boredom and irritation. "Mycroft called. It's Lestrade's birthday tomorrow and he wants us to attend and bring a cake."

"Mycroft called at..." John swiveled his gaze to his watch, sitting on the table beside his bed. "...at seven-thirty on a Sunday morning?"

Sherlock shook his head. "No, he called...oh...Thursday."

"And you're only just telling me about the cake now because..?"

"Because we need to buy it."

Deciding that was all the answer he was going to get, John nodded. "Okay. How many guests?"

At the end of his 'interested in this topic' attention span, Sherlock sighed. "Oh...here." He dialed Mycroft's number then handed John the phone, lifting his feet onto the bed, lying beside John.

Weirdness aside, John decided it was more important to speak to Mycroft just then rather than to encourage Sherlock to shift off his bed. Or discover why his own phone wasn't where he left it on the bedside table the night before.

Pimlico...

Mycroft shifted just enough to enable him to reach his phone as it rang. "Yes Sherlock?"

"Um...actually it's John. This cake for Lestrade's birthday..."

Mycroft lifted himself up a little, leaning back against the heap of pillows, turning onto his left side, moving the phone to his other ear. "Hmm...yes?"

"How many guests will there be?"

Mycroft mentally totted up how many of the people he had invited were likely to attend. "Oh...say...twenty-ish."

"Okay...thanks. See you tomorrow."

Mycroft ended the call and replaced his phone on the bedside table.

Lestrade lowered his newspaper and looked over at Mycroft. "So what time is my surprise birthday party?"

Baker Street...

"Sherlock, why is your brother organizing Detective Inspector Lestrade's birthday party?"

If John had known that his question would be sufficient to get Sherlock to slide off his bed and leave his room in what seemed like a bit of a hurry, he would have asked it much earlier.

End

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