Pink Fluff

A/N: Last prompt for the bingo challenge. Many thanks to those who have read along and stuck through both the angst and the sarcasm and everything else. You're encouragement means a lot! Merci! A special thanks to Leylou97 and AOB for letting me use inspirations from their own creative stories.

Prompt: "Domestic Fluff"

Warnings: silliness abounds… oh, and fluff!

"Dryer lint? What are you doing with such detritus?" John set down the groceries and peered over the shoulder of his flat mate's dark curly head bent intently over his microscope, clearly absorbed in some pink fluffy material delicately arranged under the lens.

The peering detective didn't bother to look up at John's return. He merely sighed the long-suffering sigh of a much put upon scientist fielding inane questions once again.

"Yes, John, I am examining minutiae of dryer lint and if you'd bother to turn on your brain cells now and then, you might realize that we do not own a dryer machine and therefore the material I have here is not detritus as you've so delicately termed it but rather valuable evidence in a murder case."

John didn't even try to point out that he hadn't accused the detritus of being unimportant.

"Dryer lint can be extremely revealing," Sherlock continued flipping to a higher magnification on his lens. A satisfying exclamation suddenly escaped his lips as the particles came into focus. "Ah, so the wife was lying. This changes everything."

"What?" John couldn't help his curiosity. "How does pink fluff from the dryer machine change a murder investigation?"

Sherlock happily related a tale of such gigantic pink fluffy proportions that the world is not yet prepared for it (1).

1. "Matilda Briggs was not the name of a young woman, Watson, ... It was a ship which is associated with the giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared."

- ACD, The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire