Clutter
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A/N: I know I should be working on Twist of Fate but this plot bunny was just dying to be put on paper.
If a cluttered desk
Is the sign of a cluttered mind
Of what, then,
Is an empty desk a sign?"
-Albert Einstein
John walked into the flat after a long day of trying to juggle several patients at the clinic as well as Sherlock's constant text messages. By noon, he had decided that if something didn't happen soon, he would commit murder himself just to give the compulsive detective a case to solve. Or on second thought, he could just kill Sherlock and save everyone a lot of hassle. Either one really. He just needed five minutes of peace. Five minutes. He didn't think that was too much to ask, just a small opportunity to breath without some patient griping about every ache and pain (He'd been shot and hadn't complained as much as these folks did about a sore throat) and his phone constantly buzzing in his pocket with Sherlock slowly descending into madness from "boredom." Even Mrs. Hudson had called him to ask him if it would be harmful to crush a sleeping pill or two into Sherlock's afternoon tea so she could have some quiet.
As he walked in, he glanced down at his phone to read the latest message and immediately stumbled into yet another stack of books that was haphazardly strewn across the floor. It was the last straw.
"SHERLOCK!"
"John." A familiar voice said evenly from the desk.
"What the hell?! I swear this place gets messier and messier by the hour!" John screeched.
Sherlock met his gaze unapologetically.
"How are you SO obsessive about everything and notice the tiniest detail but you can't keep you damn flat clean? What about all that about a cluttered room is a cluttered mind?!" He continued.
Sherlock leveled him with his signature superior smirk.
"Oh I can assure you, John. My mind palace is immaculate….And if a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?"
With that, Mr. Holmes the younger turned back to the desk and resumed his inspection of what appeared to be a pair of dusty binoculars.
A/N: Thanks for reading and an extra special thank to you those who review. God bless.