"I'm sorry Sherlock, you're self centered, egotistical and just bloody annoying" John bottled out, all a mess of animosity and obscure frustration.
A hiss came from the corner. "Please, enlighten me John, with something I don't know." Sherlock rattled back. John was really falling back into old habits as of late, something Sherlock had obviously expected; the novelty of his miraculous return had soon worn off and neither Mrs. Hudson nor John had really thanked him for his act of attempted suicide nor the delusive broadcast of his so called identity.
Mrs. Hudson entered. "Are you two having a little domestic?" she repeated for yet another time. John turned and gave her a look of such apathy she almost dropped her tea.
"Again, I'm afraid" he replied with a tone of remorse.
After successfully finding a coaster on which to place her cup, Mrs. Hudson lifted her chin and sighed stiffly, settling her arms comfortably at her chest, one crossed neatly over the other. "Sherlock" she said with lament, " oh dear me, you really do cause a fuss!"
The lithe figure turned slowly at his hips, his dry lips were parted slightly and he wore a blank expression across his face; not the usual image one would picture when thinking of the great Sherlock Holmes, yet the man still managed to convey a sense of endearment and charm. His eyes were glazed as he spoke in hurried measure.
"My dear Mrs. Hudson, there is no need to worry, both John and I are perfectly capable of settling our many differences without your much unwanted aid."
John walked over to his landlady, fists fidgeting, and placed his hand softly on her back. "Sherlock" he hissed, "stop being so insensitive, she's trying to help which is more than I can say about you."
"It's fine, honestly!" Mrs. Hudson wailed. "I'll leave you both to it" and with that she patted the doctor on the arm and shuffled out of the room with her eyes to the floor.
“Sherlock!” John exclaimed. “Stop being such a idiot.”
Sherlock made an exasperated sound and dropped into the nearest chair with exaggerated dramatics, placing his hands together under his chin and resting his eyes closed.
John looked around aimlessly. “That’s it, I’m going out.” He sounded despondent.
“Bring back a carton of milk would you dear?” Sherlock picked patronisingly without moving, but John was already out of the door, cross and coat-less.
“Sherlock!” John exclaimed, “stop being such a idiot.” Sherlock made an exasperated sound and dropped into the nearest chair with exaggerated dramatics, placing his hands together under his chin and resting his eyes closed. John looked around aimlessly, “that’s it, I’m going out.” He sounded despondent. “Bring back a carton of milk would you dear?” Sherlock picked patronisingly without moving, but John was already out of the door, cross and coat-less.
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A Skeleton in the Closet
Fanfiction"Who the hell are you?" John said in a daze. "Uhm you know what, that's.. that's fine isn't it?" the lanky man muttered, shaking his head vigorously. John looked over at his friend, "Sh.. Sherlock? Can somebody please tell me what a big blue poli...
