Sherlock shorts

#996 - Floor is Lava

Sherlock and Mycroft often played 'the floor is lava' as children, hence why Sherlock is so good at climbing all over furniture.

Watson was having a bland day, His coffee was cold, his taxi driver was rude and it had been raining all day. Sherlock was still asleep next door when he left, because if he hadn't there would be tea all over the floor because he liked to try and 'toughen up' his skin cells... but just ended up making 'ooh ah' noises and then pretending it was cats outside. In fact the entire week had been boring, there had been no 'interesting' cases that Sherlock wanted to throw on his coat for, which just resulted in him being moody and stroppy all week. John was trying his best to get him to eat and get up in the morning, but he had given up when his roommate tried to nerve pinch him.

It was 5 in the afternoon, but to John it felt like 10 at night. He dragged his feet upstairs hoping to put the kettle on and just relax in his chair. The apartment felt extremely cold and he had a strange feeling that he had forgotten something. Mrs Hudson was out again, which meant that Sherlock was up and being irritable. He was probably finding all the points in the living room where someone could get sniped. However when Watson opened the door he was confused to find that the great detective Sherlock Holmes! was standing, not only in a tree pose, but on a rather small coffee table. Barefoot.

"What are you doing..." John wasn't even slightly surprised at an event such as this to occur at his apartment. Sherlock opened his eyes staring ahead. He was still wearing that grubby old, dressing gown that definitely used to be Mycroft's. He was perfectly balanced on the coffee table, that John for one, eats off. He sighed and threw his jacket over the chair, ignoring his roommate. He sunk into the cold leather closing his eyes, when he heard tapping then a sort of landing noise. He opened his eyes to see Sherlock, who was suddenly sat directly in the chair in front of him within a second. Of course this scared the living daylight out of dear old john and he nearly had a stroke. Sherlock took one small look at his disturbed friend and sighed with a sort of amusement. "You forgot your phone in the taxi"

"Oh for f-"

~Fin~