SHERLOCK and JOHN in many shapes and forms! My personal favorite is them as table lamps. Part of my contribution for 7 Patch Problem Artbook.
I want Lamp!Lock fanfic I demand it plz
It was a Tuesday night when Greg got home with his new table lamp.
Unpacking it from its box, he placed the new fixture on the side table to the right of his couch. Too long that that corner of the room had been coated in darkness. Now, with the help of this sturdy, little lamp, he would most assuredly be able to see more clearly. With a pull to its chain, its bulb illuminated as Greg gave his newest purchase a smile. It would definitely compliment the other lighting in the room.
Moving away towards the other end of the couch, Greg reached up to turn on the blue floor lamp. He’d had this lamp for several years now and while it did the job, it always tended to burn out more often than he’d like it to. ‘Yes,’ thought Greg, ‘these two lamps would get on fine together.’
Stepping back and looking around at the room, he found himself very pleased with how illuminated everything seemed now. Nodding firmly at his successful pairing, he headed for the kitchen, leaving the two lamps burning brightly together in the front room.
Time passed, as did a new shade or two, and still the two lamps continued to do the trick night after night. Greg wondered how the room had ever functioned with only one of them.
It wasn’t until Greg got a bit careless one day that things took a turn for the worst. He’d only had his new Moriarty Cleaner vacuum for a month or two when things got messy. While giving the front room a once over with the machine, Greg noted it’s cord tangling around the room like a giant spider’s web. It was complicated and suddenly very dangerous to tread around.
On one particularly vicious push to the vacuum, two things happened all at once: The loud thrum of the machine was suddenly silenced as the cord was ripped from the wall and yet there was still a might crash that sounded from just behind Greg. After just a second of absolute silence, Greg noticed how dim the room seemed. Turning, he was shocked to see his blue floor lamp on the ground in pieces.
Stepping over the forgotten vacuum, Greg tread carefully over to the fallen fixture. Bending, he scooped up fragments of broken bulb. Holding the glass softly in his hands, he swore under his breath and glanced up and over to the other side of the room.
There, on the side table, stood his dependable, cream-colored lamp. Its light suddenly seemed far lesser than it ever had before. It could have been a trick of the eyes or a power surge, but Greg swore he saw the stout thing flick dimly off and on for a single second.
It was a damn shame he was back to one lamp again.