Sherlock?"I knew that tone of voice- coming from John, it either meant "What the hell have you done now?" or "
I could use a little help here?" I was going with the first- considering
what I'd done.Without opening my eyes, I answered, "Yes, John?""What the hell-" (Yes, there it was.) "-is this?!""It's not trying to trick you, John, whatever you're seeing is what it is.""Why is it here?!"He was exasperated, irritated, losing his patience with me; "Because, John, I put it there.""
Why?!" I opened an eye to see John steaming into the sitting room from the kitchen, "Well, where else was I supposed to put it?""And why not put it
somewhere else? Not in here! Not where the fridge was! How'd it even get in here? What is it, anyways?""I believe it's called the TARDIS."
SH: Researching With Sherlock Pt1With SherlockResearching With Sherlock Part 1Sherlock/JohnWarning: references drug use"TWO DAYS!""Not my fault, Sherlock," John reminded him placidly. He hitched his paper higher so he wouldn't have to see Sherlock furiously crawling over the furniture."Are there no criminals left? Surely more are born every day, every hour!""This is what hobbies are for." John coughed politely. "And not the kind where you put severed bits of corpses around your flat. Real hobbies.""Oh, like your blog?" Sherlock sneered. "Rubbish."John peeked over the paper-shield, mildly offended. "Hey now. That blog gets you your clients at times. You shouldn't make light of it."He gasped as there was a rush of air, the paper ripped from his hands before Sherlock settled heavily on his lap. John swallowed nervously; this was a strange new habit of his friend's as of the last few days. Sherlock was usually content to invade his personal space, but avoid touching. Now, Sh