Beyond Sentiment

Chapter 3: The Case of Boredom

I had finished cooking, cleaning, and doing the men's laundry. I could at least look at it like I was helping out Aunt Hudson.

It was late now and I quickly went up to my room and took a shower. I was in my pj shorts and tank top, gently drying my long hair while sitting on my bed and scrolling through my phone. I was doing some research on this Sherlock Holmes.

I was reading when I heard gun shots. I jumped ten feet, dropping my phone. I quickly stood up and ran to the window. I carefully scanned the area, looking for the shooter. I was looking when I heard feet coming up the steps and three more shots.

I heard John yelling and swearing at Sherlock.

You mean he has been the one shooting?! I asked myself. What in the bloody blazes was he shooting at?!

I sat back down on my bed and crossed my arms, tapping my fingers on my arm. I listened for a bit as John and Sherlock talked. Apparently Sherlock was bored so that's why he felt the need to shoot the wall.

Maybe he should take up scrapbooking, I thought.

I then heard John leaving and a slam of their door. That was it.

I stormed out of bed and stomped down the stairs.

"Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?" I heard him say as I stormed down the stairs.

"Oh, I'm sure something will turn up, Sherlock," Aunt Hudson answered.

I whipped open the door, making Sherlock turn to the intruder.

"What the bloody-?!" I started yelling but took a deep breath before swearing, "some of us are trying to read and have quiet!" I finished through gritted teeth.

"We'll go on then, I'm not stopping you," he answered.

"Oh you have some nerve! You were shooting the wall!"

"And you were on your phone, I heard you drop it when I fired the first shot."

"I don't care! I'm not cleaning up the wall! Fix it yourself."

"You're overreacting."

"I'm overreacting? Who just shot six bullets through the wall because they were bored?"

"Five."

"Excuse me?"

"I shot five bullets through the wall. Please get your counting right."

"Well I at least know the earth goes around the sun," I noted, referring to the blog post I was reading.

Sherlock stood up to his full height. "You read the blog?"

"Ugh, I'm only reading it to-"

"To understand me better, it won't work. It's through the eyes of Watson, which even though he's a doctor, he can still be a bit dull."

"Would you stop doing that?!" I shouted, covering my eyes.

"Doing what?"

"Finishing before I finish!"

"It's not something I can just turn off."

"Maybe you should try."

"What would be the point in that when I know I would fail every time."

I was about to strangle him when suddenly there was a blast of a bomb.

Sherlock flew forward and glass went everywhere, along with papers.

I coughed, feeling something on top of me, constricting my breathing. I realized my eyes were closed and when I opened them I saw dark curls hovering over me.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. Did he seriously?!

"Get off of me!" I said, elbowing him as he got up.

"Oh dear! Is everyone alright?!" Hudson asked getting up from the floor that she had fallen upon.

"It appears everyone is intact," Sherlock answered, not bothering to help me up as I did so. "The room however, was not given the same grace."

I looked around and it was a mess.

Lovely, I thought. I was going to be stuck tomorrow cleaning his room.

"Does this happen a lot?" I asked.

"Bombs? Oh yes. Bombs being so close? This has been the first," Sherlock answered.

"And it better be the last."