I think this is my first vaguely slashy fic ever... Somehow this feels kind of momentous.

More a drabble than anything else, an image that came into my head rather than a story as such, but would be interested to hear what people think. Hope you like it.

Estelle Tiniwiel -x-

-SH-JW-

He felt the rush thrilling through his blood and sparkling up into his mind, the nicotine sheening everything over into crystalline clarity and setting a thousand thoughts chiming into clamorous cacophony, neurons firing.

He'd had cases before, so many other cases, where this would be the cure. This would be the one thing that would lift and cradle his mind, protecting it from the dragging gravity of the boredom that surrounded it and letting the logic click into place. So many cases.

But not this one.

Eyes glazed over, lips retracting over teeth in a silent snarl of frustration, Sherlock slapped another nicotine patch on his arm and pondered the idea of Doctor John Watson.