The Toaster and the Laptop

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It was three days later when the electricity started acting up. They hadn’t heard from that couple since their dramatic department last time round. 

John was making himself a nice breakfast of orange juice and toast. Sherlock was still in bed. He became lazy when he was bored. John put away the juice and reached for the toaster.

Fzzsht, it spat at him, making him jump. He watched as it steamed up and smoke poured out of it.

He froze. It wasn’t going to-

The toaster burst into flame. John jumped back again and swore.

“Ah, ah...” He used his knife to push the toaster into the water-filled sink. It made a hissing noise as the water beat the fire away. He sighed in relief. “Jesus,” he said to himself.

“Everything all right?” Sherlock asked from the doorway.

“Yeah,” John said, still eyeing the toaster suspiciously. “Faulty toaster.”

“Ah.”

“I just got it too, you know.” John continued. “After the last one you destroyed. Wait, you didn’t mess with this one did you? Because I can’t get a refund if you have.”

“No.”

“Sherlock. It exploded. If you did something-”

“I didn’t-”Then he frowned. “Ah. Electrical appliances acting up.”

“What?”

“Remember that man?”

“Which man?”

“The ‘crazy’ one. He mentioned electrical disturbances.”

“Wait, you think, because our toaster exploded, aliens are real?”

“Hardly. And it wasn’t just the toaster.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your laptop.”

“My laptop?” John paused. “Wait! What did you do to my laptop?!”

“Nothing. If my theory is correct.”

“And if it isn’t?”

“Then I owe you a new laptop.”

John scowled. “How could this day get any worse?”

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