Outburst
I got this idea today when I went to see The Hobbit and I knew I had to write it. This is a lot different from my other Sherlock stories Trigger and God No! Please feel free to visit them and leave me a review. I would really love to hear what you think of this and if you can guess the part of the movie that gave me the idea for this story and I will PM you to tell you if you were right!
I know this was originally meant to be a oneshot but I get a lot of ideas for random unrated ideas for Sherlock so I thought it would be fun to keep them together.
Disclaimer
Sadly it's not mine!
John sighed it got stronger the closer Sherlock moved towards him. He had tried to ignore it but he couldn't, he had to say something he had to... He didn't know how to say it, it wasn't the kind of thing you could just blurt out. He also didn't know how Sherlock would react, he had no idea how to approach this. He finally decided as Sherlock moved closer to him again that maybe the best way to do it was to come right out and say it. Sherlock wasn't very good at subtly so maybe that was the best way to approach this.
"Eh, Sherlock there's something I need to tell you mate, there really is no easy way to say it. I wasn't going to tell you but I think it's something you deserve to know. I wouldn't feel right not telling you," John said. He knew he was rambling but he couldn't stop himself.
"What are you talking about John?" Sherlock asked impatiently as he stopped typing on John's laptop to look at him.
"Wait, hang on, is that my laptop?" John demanded.
"Yes, and before you say what ever it is you so desperately need to say I should point out that your latest blog has two grammatical errors. If you are going to insist on bombarding the world with your insights you could at least make them grammatically accurate. The last thing we need is yet another generation of adults unable to grasps the fundamental basics of the human language," Sherlock said.
"You went through my files?"
"Yes obviously," Sherlock said in a bored tone.
"It's password protected! How many times do I need to tell you to ask me before you take my laptop?" John demanded.
"Getting off topic yet again John, what is it that you need to tell me? Can you tell me quickly I really do have a lot to do," Sherlock said impatiently.
John stared at his flatmate a moment before he spoke, he was even more determined to tell him now. He had to tell him, he couldn't go on like this. He had to tell him and deal with the consequences afterwards.
"Right eh..." John tried again.
Sherlock sighed impatiently picking up John's laptop heading towards his bedroom.
"No wait, I really do need to tell you this, you need to hear this," John said.
"For something that is so important to tell me you are taking a long time to get to the point, therefore it must be something you don't want to tell me and..."
John cut him off before he could really get started. "Yeah, alright, can you just let me say what I need to say?" John asked waiting for Sherlock's albeit reluctant nod before continuing.
This was it, there was no going back now, he had to say it. "Sherlock...I...your breath stinks," he said at last he said it. He looked carefully at Sherlock waiting for his reaction. He had to tell him, he was his friend so he had no choice but it didn't make it any easier. He tried to think of the nicest way possible to say it but the truth is there is no nice way to tell someone they have a bad breath.
"I know," Sherlock said causing John to blink in surprise. He wasn't sure what reaction he was expecting but it definitely wasn't that.
"You know?" John asked confused.
"Yes, it was an experiment. Have to do something to pass the time," he said with a shrug.
"What was the experiment?" John asked inspite of himself.
Sherlock went on to explain the basis of his experiment and the influence different chemicals had on the smell of your breath. The whole thing left John wondering why on earth Sherlock would want to know that but he had long given up asking after that experiment he'd seen him preform with the human foot from St. Bart's.
"Why didn't you brush your teeth or at least take a mint as you have clearly finished your experiment, what ever it was?" John asked
"I already told you what it was, it..." he began before Jon cut him off again.
"Yeah alright Sherlock not the point, the point is why did you continue to sit there with your breath smelling like that?" John asked.
"It was part of my next experiment," Sherlock simply said.
"What?" John asked confused.
"Waiting to see how long it would take you to tell me," he answered.