This is dedicated to all my lovely reviewers and a youtube genius MiszP2010. Watch here Sherlcok - BLAH BLAH BLAH. It's legendary. Hope you like my blabber!
'There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face that
The sweetest of words have the bitterest taste
Darling, how I loved you from the start, but you'll never know what a fool I've been
Darling, how I loved you from the start, but that's no excuse for the state I'm in.'
Florence and the Machine.
The Hardest of Hearts
John Watson lay in bed; eyes wide open, staring up at the inspiring white ceiling of his small bedroom. It was two o'clock in the morning. He had been in this state for the past two nights now. Sherlock screeching away on that bloody precious violin of his. Why the hell had he agreed to rent a flat with this sociopath? John visualized snatching the violin out of Sherlock's tapered hands and smashing it to pieces on the kitchen floor. What was there of it any way. The rest of it had been shattered by the microwave blowing up, another of Sherlock's experiments. He wasn't sure if he could take much more. He relished the image of the broken violin. He'd rather have the nightmares to this bloody cat cry. Should he consider getting his ear drums surgically removed?
"John?" Sherlock called innocently from the sitting room, like he could read his thoughts. At least the bloody racket had stopped.
"Yes, Sherlock?" He replied, purposely dripping his reply with fatigue.
"Am I keeping you awake again?"
"You noticed." John stated dryly.
Sherlock chuckled, paused for a moment, and carried on playing. Bastard. John sighed, rolled over onto his side, and pulled a pillow over his head. The sound was only slightly muffled. Damn. He closed his eyes and tried not to scream in frustration.