Sherlock Holmes and John Watson

Chapter 1-Breakfast and Case ?

Yeah! Chapter 1 is finally here. Thank you so much to the people who are still reading this. I hope you love this. Please review to tell what you think, I will accept good or bad reviews.

And to Sherlock and Watson

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Chapter 1: Breakfast fight

"Ahh, sleeping is the best!..." John snuggled further into his covers that were wrapped around him like a burrito. After meeting Sherlock Holmes, it is no wonder he wanted to sleep like a log.

Bang!

John shot up from his bed like a rocket, his thin blankets still wrapped around him. John's eyes were wide as saucers, his gaze pinned on the figure in front of his door. It was Sherlock...... God, it wasn't a dream.....Why! Why did I agree?! John agreed

And it looks like Sherlock was still mad at John for the comment he made yesterday. She glared up at him and muttered, "how pathetic," while staring at him with as much interest as she would look at a bug, to which John's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and anger.

"I was told to get you up for breakfast, however, I would not care if you die in that bed. In fact, it would be better that way. One less person to care about," Sherlock gritted out, eyes bright with anger and hatred.

That was the final straw for John, he jumped out of the bed and glared right back at her.

"Okay, I get it that you didn't like it when I first called you a child, but come on, what is your problem. I try to say I was sorry! But you didn't let me. What is up with your and your attitude, do you think that you are the most important person in the world or something!" He snapped at her, hoping to provoke her into apologizing to him, because, well.. he deserves an apology for putting up with her. Even though he had not even been with her for a whole day.

However he tried, it did not work. Sherlock only looked at him as he was an idiot, which he was, at least to her.

"But of course, you insignificant fool. You people are nothing scum of the earth compared to me." She sniffed out, with that she turned with "whoosh" and was out the door, leaving an annoyed and angry John Watson.

"Ahhhhh!" John's scream of frustration could be heard throughout town as Sherlock went down with a smug smile on her face. After all, she rather enjoyed annoying John, it made him less boring, and gave her something to do.

"Goodness! Whatever has happened to John, is he alright?" Worried when she heard a scream of frustration that came from John, Mrs. Hudson though she didn't know what was wrong with him, she did, however, knew that it had something to do with Sherlock.

"The poor dear....well, I felt like that too the first I met Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson sympathized with John. She knew how he felt exactly, since when she first met Sherlock. had tried so hard to talk to the small woman, however, her effort was in vain as Sherlock refused to talk to her unless she absolutely had to, even then she hardly did.

"Oh, he's fine. You need not worry for that scum," Sherlock light said, already sitting down and sipping her earl gray tea all the while reading a newspaper that she grabbed from the newsboy that morning.

"Dear, why won't try to be nice to the poor boy," Mrs. Hudson asked, she placed a small plate of toast and jam in front of the girl.

Sherlock scoffed at the thought of being nice to that idiot by, "because he does not deserve it, especially from me. I mean do you actually think that he deserves any kindness from me after what he said?"