Sherlock: The Case of the Mysterious Popping Noise
Oneshot
Pop. The noise awoke John from his half-dozed state. Pop He rubbed his eyes and closed the book he had been reading, yawning. Pop. He raised a brow quizzically, surveying his surroundings. Pop. Where in the blazes was that sound coming from? Pop. John rose from his chair, and bent to look underneath it. Pop. The noise wasn't from under him...
Pop. He strode into the Kitchen, looking around Sherlock's science equipment. Pop. A mysterious liquid simmering in a tube but nothing embodying that irritating sound. Pop. He opened the fridge.
"Fff-" John cut himself off. Laying next to his jam was a severed human hand. Pop. He slammed the fridge door, Sherlock and his cursed experiments!
Pop. John rummaged through the cupboards. Oats, check. Bag of biscuits, check. Plates, trays, bowls, check, check, check. Disgusting jar of human eyeballs, check! Pop. Source of that INFERNAL noise? Not the foggiest.
Pop. The noise was driving John crazy. Pop. He checked the bloody couch. Pop. The bookcase. Pop The blasted mantle!Pop. Nothing!
John looked towards Sherlock's room. There was only one other place to check.
"Sherlock." John called. Pop. No answer. He edged toward the door. Pop. "Sherlock, are you in there?"
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. The Noise was definitely from Sherlock's room. Perhaps a bomb? Sherlock was in trouble! John threw open the door. " Sherlock!" He cried.
Sherlock lay on the floor, looking up at John with quite the passive expression. Pop. Pop. John's eyes drifted down to the floor. Where Sherlock lay, there was a mound of...Bubblewrap.
"Yes John? I take it you have good reason for disturbing me in my mind palace?" Pop. Sherlock popped another of the bubbles.
"The noise was you?" He asked, irate. "This whole time, you were just in here popping bubbles?"
Sherlock shrugged. Pop. "It helps me concentrate." He lifted a sheet of them up to John. "Care to join me?"
John smacked the offending object out of Sherlock's hands. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
"STOP THAT." John slammed the door and marched away.
Sherlock just smirked at the closed door. Pop. He relished the irritated scream from the next room.