The Unexpected Meeting of Two Geniuses

Chapter 2

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Chapter Two

"Sherlock, people think we are going crazy!" John exclaimed before pinching the bridge of his nose and letting a huff of air out of his mouth. It had been a week later and no one except them could see the messages. Well, no one that they knew of around London. Still, probably, no one besides them saw it.

"Yes." Sherlock replied on automatic. Sherlock still hadn not figured out the code. It just wasn't physically possible.

Sometimes John and Sherlock would follow the trail of these strange messages, which was always just Bad Wolf, but the words would disappear with each step down the trail. Then, when they decided it wasn't leading them anywhere, Sherlock and John would head back from where they came and the words would return. John was falbbergasted and he sensed Sherlock was too, even if Sherlock was too stubborn and refused to admit it.

"Do you ever think that we should follow them for more than a couple hours? I mean it could lead us to the most greatest mystery ever Sherlock. Plus, the words are clearly meant for us as we're the only ones crazy enough to see it." John said, starting to mumble half way through. John nor Sherlock didn't know if the message was endless or if the trail actually ended some where, but they would have to figure out sooner or later.

"How do you know it's a message to us, John?" Sherlock had not moved from his position in his chair. His eyes were closed andeyebrows knitted in concentration and frustration, which caused a scowl on his face, with Sherlock's hands steepled under his long round nose.

"No one sees them except for us! The police department doesn't, strangers look it in the face and can't notice it!" John fumed, he was tired of getting called a lunatic, or that his weirdo of a flat mate was 'rubbing off' on him, he had a right to be frustrated. Plus, it was better than whatever Sherlock was thinking, which was a mere nothing. "If you have a better suggestion, then I will gladly listen." John said, trying to calm himself, telling himself that it wasn't Sherlock who was the problem.

Sherlock rose from his chair, passing John without a glance and left the flat in silence. John headed to the window, wondering if Sherlock had heard anything he had said. Shortly after Sherlock's unexpected walk out, Sherlock was climbing up the stairs to their flat and was seating himself down at the kitchen table, examining something under his telescope. John watched this all in silence, confused on what just happened before Sherlock growled in frustration, a common noise ever since they had discovered the words.

"What?" John asked, hurrying to Sherlock's side.

"I gathered a bit of the paint used to spray the message and it came up with brick dust and no signs of another substance, like the paint doesn't exist." Sherlock stood up and ran his fingers through his ebony curls, ruffling his hair and paced the kitchen. "Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf.." Shelrock muttered while racking his brain for any sign of the phrase, any connections to it.

"Maybe your brother would know?" John suggested quietly, knowing Sherlock despised asking his brother for help, let alone even talk to his brother.

"No." Sherlock said sharply just as John had predicted.

"Sher-" John began but what cut off by another sharp, "No." Sherlock would most certainly not go to his brother for assistance.

"Fine. You know what? Stay here by yourself and figure out nothing." John said agitated, by Sherlock, by the words, by the whole situation. John slipped on his jacket and left the flat, leaving Sherlock behind, and from what John saw, who's attention was held in his palace. John missed the sad, lonely puppy eyed look that had followed him from his flatmate.