Bad Blood

Chapter Five

A/N This is the first chapter of the Great Game. So up to this point, Adalyn has been with them for roughly two months and has been with Sherlock for about half that time, so it's not as rushed as I made it. The rest of the story is going to not be as rushed and I have the rest of the show through series 4 planned so it'll all work itself out. If you guys want me to I can be more detailed but it's hard to add other events to a fixed script if you know what I mean. Anyway let me know what you think. The Great Game is probably going to go by quicker because it's the foundation for everything else. Anyways see you at the end!

Adalyn had gotten used to never going to her flat except to sleep now. She had also gotten used to Sherlock. Sure, they were dating, but Sherlock is as far from normal as you can get. She was making coffee when she heard the front door open, followed by two gunshots. Adalyn sighed to herself before continuing, not really surprised at the loud bangs that echo in the room. The gunshots continued to ring about when John came running in, his fingers in his ears.

"What the hell are you doing?" John yelled at his flat mate.

"Bored," Sherlock said sulkily, sprawled out in his chair.

"What?" John asked more quietly, squinting at him in disbelief then looking at Adalyn.

"Bored!" Sherlock exclaimed, springing up out of the chair.

"No," John mumbled as he covered his ears with his hands again.

Sherlock switched the pistol to his right hand and turned toward the smiley face, firing at it again. "Bored!" He exclaimed as he swung his arm around his back and fires at the wall again. "Bored!"

Sherlock continued to glare at the yellow spray painted face but allowed John to take the pistol from his hand and quickly slide the clip out of the gun. Sherlock lazily walked towards the sofa. "Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them."

"So you take it out on the wall," John said, though it sounded like a question.

"Ah, the wall had it coming," the detective said as he ran his pale fingers over the face. He turned sideways and dramatically flopped on the sofa.

"What about that Russian case?" John asked while slipping off his coat.

Adalyn finally came into the room with her coffee and sat down leisurely in Sherlock's leather seat. "Belarus. Open and shut domestic murder. He said it wasn't worth his time."

"Ah, shame," John stated sarcastically. He walked into the kitchen and threw his arms up in despair at the mess on the table. Adalyn just grinned. "Anything in? I'm starving," he asked as he opened the fridge. "Oh, f..." John sighed. "It's a head. A severed head!"

"Just tea for me, thanks," Sherlock called to the kitchen.

"No, there's a head in the fridge," John said, clearly annoyed.

"Yes," Sherlock stated calmly. Adalyn just watched the scene from behind her laptop.

"A bloody head!" John yelled.

"Well, where else was I supposed to put it?" Sherlock asked stroppily. "You don't mind, do you? I got it from Bart's morgue. I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death."

John looked over at Adalyn who just shrugged. "You put up with this?" He asked her and got another shrug in response.

"I see you've written up the taxi driver case," Sherlock said and waved his hand towards John's laptop.

"Uh, yes," John mumbled as he walked to his armchair and sat down.

""A Study in Pink." Nice," he commented sarcastically.

"Well, you know, pink lady, pink case, pink phone – there was a lot of pink. Did you like it?" John asked.

"Erm, no," Sherlock said stretching the words as he flipped through a magazine.

"Why not? I thought you'd be flattered," John said.

Sherlock lowered the magazine dramatically. "Flattered?"Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.""

"Now hang on a minute. I didn't mean that in a-" Sherlock cut John off.

"Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way. Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister or who's sleeping with who-"

"Whether the Earth goes round the Sun," John mumbled.

"Not that again. It's not important."

"Not impor-" John shifted to face Sherlock. "It's primary school stuff. How can you not know that?" Adalyn laughed until Sherlock glared at her.

"Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it."

""Deleted it"?" John asked.

Sherlock sat up pointing at his head. "This is my hard drive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful, really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish, and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?"

"But it's the solar system!"

Sherlock buried his head in his hands before shouting, "Oh, hell! What does that matter?! So we go round the Sun! If we went round the Moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear it wouldn't make any difference. All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots." He ruffled his hair with both hands, then glared at John. "Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world." Sherlock dramatically pulled his dressing gown around him and curled into a ball, facing away from the room. John growled under his breath before angrily putting on his coat and stomping downstairs. "Where are you going?"

"Out. I need some air," John stated bluntly.

Sherlock grabbed a pillow and brought it to his stomach, bundling up even tighter. Mrs. Hudson walked in smiling which Adalyn returned. "Ooh-ooh!" Sherlock stretched his legs and turned his head slightly to acknowledge her existence. "Have you two had a little domestic?"

Flailing to get himself upright, Sherlock stood up off the sofa and took the shortest route to his destination, walking over the coffee table and going to the left-hand window just as the downstairs door opens and closes.

"Ooh, it's a bit nippy out there. He should have wrapped himself up a bit more," Mrs. Hudson continued.

"Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet, calm, peaceful. Isn't it hateful?" He asked as he watch John walked across the stree

"Oh, I'm sure something'll turn up, Sherlock. A nice murder – that'll cheer you up," She chuckled as she set the shopping bags down and walked back downstairs.

"Can't come too soon," he mumbled whistfully. He bristly walked to Adalyn and took her hand making her stand up. "Care to distract me?" Adalyn grinned before they connected lips, right as the windows blew in knocking them both to the floor.

A/N This chapter was super short but I have the next one already written and it's really long so I hope that's good. Anyway please let me know what I should fix or add or just do in general; I would love your feedback! Thank you!

~cloakoflevitation