Sherlock and John, the Doctor's Companions

The Box

“Oh come on John! Aren’t you bored?” Sherlock sang.

“You can go. I don’t have to go with you everywhere.”

“Two makes for better company.”

After a few seconds of silence, John finally gave in.

“Okay fine, but what are we exactly doing? Where are we going?”

“That’s the beauty of surprises,” Sherlock wrapped his scarf around his neck. “Hopefully we’ll just find something to do.”

When they were in a cab, John had to wonder if this was what Sherlock was always like.

“You’re thinking of something,” Sherlock said while still looking out the window of the cab. “I’m guessing it’s me.”

John chuckled awkwardly.

“Yeah well, I was thinking of why you’re like this.”

“Like what?”

“A bored being. You know, most people would find something to amuse themselves.”

“But that’s what we’re doing now.”

“I mean like play a board game or go bowling or something.”

“The only time I’ve ever played a board game was with my brother.”

“What happened?”

“I obviously won the game and my brother’s a sore loser so that was the last time.”

“What game?”

“Scrabble.”

John smiled when he got the image in his head. A young Sherlock whizzing through scrabble.

“You’re thinking again because I can see you smile.”

John ignored him.

The two guys wandered around the streets of London with no obvious goal. Sherlock, of course scoured for anything that could result to a mystery. John just wandered beside him, thinking to himself.

“Now that is something you don’t see everyday!” Sherlock clapped is hands together, causing John to actually listen to him.

Sure enough, right at the end of an alley, was a small, wooden, blue box.