A Study in Boredom: A Johnlock Fanfiction

Johnlock

John was at work, and he was bored.

"Ugh, God. I'm so bored!" Then he laughed. "That's what Sherlock says."

Sherlock occupied about seventy percent of John's brain space. He'd see him everywhere - in a mop of dark curls on a tall stranger, in a dark blue scarf whipping about in the winter winds; in the upturned collar of a long, black coat.

John shook his head to clear it; he had a lot of paperwork to do - it was piling up on his desk.

He sighed and picked a patient report off the top of the pile looming over him. Just as the tip of his pen touched the paper, his phone beeped.

John groaned and fished the bloody thing out of his trouser pocket.

It was a text from Sherlock.

John, I'm bored. -SH

John smiled.

Sherlock, I'm at work. What do you want me to do about it? -JW

Come home. -SH

This was unusual. Whenever Sherlock was bored, he would text John, yes, but he'd usually request that the doctor buy him nicotine patches or something. He'd never wanted John to come home just to /be/ home.

Sherlock, I can't. I have a lot of paperwork I need to finish. -JW

Two minutes passed with no reply from the consulting detective.

I'm sorry. - JW

The reply came ten seconds later.

Please. - SH

Sherlock, no. I'm sorry, but I can't just /come home/. -JW

That's fine, John. -SH

I'll just occupy myself with whatever mysteries your laptop may behold. -SH

Sherlock, /NO/. -JW

John couldn't think of anything incriminating on his computer, but he still wasn't comfortable with Sherlock going through it.

It's password protected. Even you couldn't work it out. -JW

Done. -SH

His reply came immediately, and for a moment John forgot his annoyance and was once again impressed by Sherlock's deduction skills.

That was amazing. How did you even guess that? -JW

'Red Pants' is hardly a complicated password, John. -SH

Sherlock, I'm not kidding. Don't go through my laptop! -JW

No reply.

SHERLOCK! -JW

Please, just leave it alone. -JW

This looks like an interesting folder. You really shouldn't label your private things 'Secret'. -SH

Oh no.

John. -SH

Oh, God.

What's 'Johnlock'? -SH

Oh, shit.

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A/N: and that's where the chapter ends!!

MWOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

*ahem*

Love, Red. XX

PS: try not to kill me. ;)

PPS: there's a Mumford and Sons reference in here. If you get it you are my friend!