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Quarantine Shmuarantine

       It had already begun spitting outside, signaling another rainstorm was about to strike London yet again. Sherlock wanted to be out in it. Feel the raindrops hit his face as he runs after the suspect, he's cheeks red from the cold. 

      But no! Some viruses had to come and take a crime away from him. He wasn't exactly laid off per se. But for some reason, people were beginning to be nice to each other. It was utterly disgusting. To make things worse, this was when John decided it would be a good time for "Self-care" and "having a healthy diet". Sherlock tried to block his flatmate out when he tried to make him do something. But for some reason, an angry John with a plate of toast in his hands wasn't very easy to ignore.

       Everything was boring! Bored bored bored! He tried to distract himself by shooting the wall again, but that quickly died when Ms. Hudson came to yell at him and take his weapon away. He spent the rest of that day being moody like when a toddler didn't get the toy they wanted.

      He tried experiments, but that got suspended when he accidentally mixed up the chemicals and made an explosion in the kitchen. It smelt like a year old eggs for a week. 

     John wasn't home a lot anymore anyways. Since he was a doctor, he had to treat a lot of patients. And most of the time left for work in an ungodly hour and didn't return until late, or sometimes not until the next day. Ms. Hudson took this opportunity to gossip about her friend over tea with Sherlock. And although he loved talking about what a bitch this Mary Anne was. He could already know everything about her after a couple of gossip sessions with his landlady. 

      When Sherlock didn't do that, he spent his time updating his blog, posting on Twitter frequently, and, if he was desperate for excitement, sometimes even text his brother early in the morning just so he'd have to wake up and see it, (Sherlock knew once his brother was up he couldn't fall back asleep) which sparked an odd joy int he detective.

     When Mycroft finally blocked his number on all social platforms, and Twitter got boring. He'd give in and make some popcorn and watch crappy telly, yelling at the screen at the idiots on the show; which were almost everyone.

     Although Sherlock undoubtedly despised this, he knew it was for the better, (even though he couldn't order anymore finger without it being "a hazard" or "wrong") he just could not wait for everything to be normal again. And not have to get another damn letter from Lestrade and his terrible writing skills because for some reason Lestrade thought this was a perfect opportunity to use the quill pen Molly gave him for Christmas. He puts a wax sell on an already glued envelope! Who does that?

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This is insanely short, but I wondered how Sherlock would act during Quarantine! This isn't a sick fic, but I thought it was a cute enough idea!

                                        - Amanda