This is my second fic so I'm still working on perfecting my work. Please tell me how you like it. Sorry that it is so short, I'm also working on longer stories. I do not own Sherlock or John or any other characters, this is just for fun. Thank you for reading :)
"Bored."
"Boorred."
"BOOORRRED!"
Sherlock sighed loudly as he fell back into his chair after pacing the room AGAIN.
John felt Sherlock's eyes on him as he sat in his chair reading trying to ignore the bored detective.
"John."
"What Sherlock?"
"I'm BORED."
"Oh really? I didn't know." John said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No cases! Why are there no cases?" Yelled Sherlock as he started ripping through a news paper, frantically looking for something, ANYTHING.
"Sherlock, you've looked twice, there are no cases."
"Oh John, there has to be SOMETHING!"
Sherlock grabbed Johns laptop and started typing.
"And what are you doing now?"
"Checking my blog."
"Again?! Its only been ten minutes since you last checked."
"ARRGGHH!" Sherlock shouted as he slammed the top down.
"Nothing, not a single thing! Not even a lost dog!"
"Sherlock, why don't you calm down and watch some telly or read a book."
"BORING!"
John tried to go back to his book as Sherlock started pacing again.
After five minutes, John gave up on the book and looked over at Sherlock, who was rocking back and forth in his chair.
"Why don't we play a game?" Suggested John, who was getting quite sick of all the pacing and yelling.
"Like what?"
"Well, what do you like to play?"
" I don't know, John! I don't play games!"
"Ok," John said, starting to lose his patience. "What about that deduction game?"
"I don't think you'll be very good at it."
"Try me."
"Ok ok, but just because this is my last option."
Sherlock went over to the coffee table and picked up an old phone.
"Where'd you find that?"
"In the trash behind a clients house last week."
"Oook." John said, deciding not to ask.
"Right. John I'll let you try first." Sherlock tossed it over to John.
John looked at it. The phone had a very worn purple case with plastic gems on it. It looked about three years old and the screen was cracked in a few places.
"I would say it belonged to a young girl. By the looks of it, she loved it a lot. I think its about four years old."
"Is that it?" Asked Sherlock.
"Umm, yeah." John tossed it back to Sherlock, who immediately started talking.
"The phone is exactly four years five months old, the girl who owned it is about 15 and her name is Elizabeth seeing as Lizzy is written on the inside of the case. This was obviously a gift from her parents , who spoil her probably because she is a younger sibling. She did love it a lot since she kept it after it cracked once and was probably devastated when it cracked again and had to throw it out.
He put it back on the table and sighed as he dropped down into the couch.
"Wow, that, that was amazing!" Exclaimed John.
"I know."
"How modest."
"Hmmm." Replied Sherlock, who was now laying on the couch with his fingers steepled under his chin, apparently deep in thought about the girl and her phone.
Seeing that Sherlock was finally busy doing, well, whatever he does while deep in thought, John decided to get back to his book.
About an hour later Sherlock got a text from Lestrade about a murder. Jumping up, he ran to his room to change while yelling to John, "A murder, how wonderful! Get dressed John!"
John smiled and got up to go change, happy that Sherlock wouldn't be bored anymore.
Ten minutes later, an ecstatic Consulting Detective and his pleased friend ran out of 221b to get a cab.
