Date Written: 7/29/11
Word Count: 221
Fandom: BBC's Sherlock/Doctor Who
Disclaimer: Not mine, property of their respective owners
Characters/Pairings: John Watson/Donna Noble, Sherlock Holmes, Mrs. Hudson
Spoilers: Up through The Great Game (Sherlock) and up through The Unicorn and the Wasp (Doctor Who)
Author's Notes: As always, I blame midassa_in_gold for this, completely, utterly, and entirely. All of this. Thanks, as always, to my betas: totally4ryo, k8stamps, and gingerlr.
A 221b is a drabble with 221 words, with the final word beginning in b. Oddly enough, the 221 is the hard part, not the b.
The gods of matrimony did not favor John and Donna Watson.
The gods of marriage were kind. They'd been married (on Donna's Earth) for a full three months, and were loving every moment of it. But the first wedding had almost never happened due to John's questionable residency status, while their second…
"I've got it," Donna says, touching John’s shoulder. "One good reception and one good ceremony equal one complete wedding."
"Never mind that we had to do it twice to get the one whole," John sighs and puts an arm around his bride. Together, they watch Sherlock, John's best man, and Lestrade crouch around the recently discovered, deceased DJ.
"Bodies just fall at his feet, don't they?"
"At least they're not falling on his head."
A soft noise off to their side catches their attention. Mrs. Hudson stands at the back door, suitcases and car keys in hand. "Off you go, loves, and quickly, before Sherlock starts calling."
"He wouldn't," Donna starts to protest. "Would he?"
"He would." John kisses their landlady's cheek. "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."
Mrs. Hudson beams. "I was married once, too, you know," she says before shooing them out the door.
Sherlock is still sulking when they come back two weeks later over them ducking out for their honeymoon instead of staying to investigate the body.