John's POV
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"You're an idiot, John."
"Everyone's an idiot, according to you, Sherlock."
"Precisely."
"Why can't you, just this once, admit that you're wrong?"
"Because I'm not."
I make a noise that could be exasperation, or maybe irritation, and storm out of the room to find Millie, laughing at the door.
"Were you listening?"
"You were speaking so loudly, I could hear you on the stairs. You've known Sherlock for almost four years, you know it's utterly pointless to argue with him."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But someday... I want to get my own back on the man."
"Good luck with that."
"I know...hey, did you get it? Great, thanks Millie," I say, as she hands over the bottles of vodka. It's my sister's birthday tonight. Not that I can really be arsed to go, but I thought I might as well send her something that she'll use.
I'm stacking them in the fridge, when suddenly I have an idea. A brilliant, evil, idea. Perfect.
"Millie!" I yell.
She re-appears at the door.
"What?"
I tell her the plan. I watch her face change from disapproving, to contemplating, to agreement.
"That's just cruel," she says, her eyes laughing, "But I won't deny it, he does deserve it, sometimes. Fine, I'll help. Where do I come in?"
Ah. This is the difficult part. I explain hesitantly, wondering what her reaction will be. She raises her eyebrows at my suggestion, then runs through the concept in her head, before saying-
"So you want me to sacrifice my dignity, and betray his trust. Just so you can have revenge?"
"Yes...?"
Pause.
"I'll do it. "
"Fine, it was just an- you will?!"
"Though I'm not touching any of the stuff," she says, grinning, and gesturing at the alcohol.
Sherlock Holmes, it's time for revenge.
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"Here you go," I say, holding out a tumbler of vodka. He watches me from his chair, his hands steepled as he processes my strange offer.
"John, you know I don't like drinking. It makes thinking difficult."
"So you're saying that you, "the great Sherlock Holmes with his staggering intellect", is too cowardly to have a drink every once in a while?"
He narrows his eyes.
"No, that's not what I'm saying-"
"Fine, fine, I didn't realise that you were so... conservative..." I say, turning away.
Five
Four
Three
Two-
"Give me the drink, John."
Perfect.
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Guns, Games, and Mutual Appreciation ~ A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction {Book I}
Fanfiction"My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people do not know." ~Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle. Sherlock Holmes is a man of impenetrable coolness; logic rules over empathy, and reason underpins all actio...
