John walked into the flat with a bag of shopping in his arms. He heard talking upstairs. He quickly and quietly ran upstairs, in case it was Moriarty. Instead it was Sherlock. Talking to the skull.
"John's an idiot, but I'm sure I can teach him skully. He's reliable. A good reliable idiot." he said as he swung a broom around. John smiled and kept walking
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Random Sherlock Oneshots
Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
