Note: Hi everyone! I'm happy to present you today this birthday gift for my lovely, and truly amazing, French beta: Carbo Queen. She wrote, a few weeks ago, this wonderful fanfiction that I adored so much I wanted to share it with the English readers. If you like it, don't hesitate in leaving a comment (plus birthday wishes, why not!) and I'll translate everything to her.

Beta: Elizabeth Mary Holmes, many thanks.

What is a 221B? The definition is easy, almost mathematical. Two hundred and twenty one words and a constraint on the first letter of the last one. But two hundred and twenty one words won't be enough for everything that a 221B has to say to us: the noise of the London traffic behind the window, the scones scent which is slowly rising from the lower floor, the baroque pattern muddle on the wallpaper, the story of those two man that fate and time brought precisely in this place at that time, the dark curls of the first one and the small wrinkles around the second one's eyes... But fortunately it doesn't matter, because the 221B has a secret: the one who reads it already knows those places and these characters. He or she doesn't need to know the name of these men, neither to hear why their clothes are drenched with a pool scent while their hairs are dry, why the tallest one holds a pink mobile phone in his shaking hand, why the other one talks about semtex jackets with a nervous laugh. A 221B can get to the point: the softness of the knitted wool jumper, the cheekbone skin texture under eager fingers, the heat at the hollow of their guts, and, finally, their kiss.