Flashback 1
221B Baker Street. Early morning. John is coming in from a morning walk- a new health regime he added recently. He couldn't talk Sherlock into it though. Every time he start on the subject, Sherlock suddenly becomes hard of hearing and says "sorry what?" in a perfect imitation of John, so he gave up.
Mrs. Hudson is in a good mood, boiling water for tea.
"Morning Mrs. Hudson!" said John.
"Oh! John. Back already? Morning! Just making tea for you boys, I won't be long" replied Mrs. Hudson in her cheery voice.
"Oh thanks!" said John, going up the stairs.
Sherlock is sitting very straight on the sofa, fingertips together, staring at the wall opposite, motionless.
"Everything alright?" asked John trying to make conversation.
No response.
"Ok" said John, seeing there's no point. He fumbles about, looking for something to do.
Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty. Sherlock hasn't moved an inch.
"Ahh, Sherlock?" called John, unsure.
No response.
"Sherlock!" he called a little louder, getting up.
"What?" replied Sherlock, even louder, not bothering to look up.
"Oh good! Just checking if you're still alive" said John, sitting beside Sherlock.
"New case?" asked John, interested.
"Case. What case?" asked Sherlock, still staring at the wall.
"Just curious. What case would require you to become inanimate?" asked John.
Sherlock turned his head, finally looking at John, gives him an animated look.
"okay, no case. So what exactly were you trying to accomplish by impersonating a statue if you are not thinking over a case?" asked John.
Sherlock stands up suddenly, "I am in the process of starting to get bored."
"What?" John looks alarmed, stands up too.
"And stop saying "what" when you know you have heard it perfectly" said Sherlock, already getting into the dreaded mood.
John looks around, frantically looking for something to engage Sherlock into. Sees the violin on the table, grabs it and passed it to Sherlock, "How about composing something, good time for composing, its early morning?"
"Get it out of my sight, I might be tempted to break it" said Sherlock.
"Cigarettes?" asked John, passing a pack.
"Nope" replied Sherlock, pacing the room.
"Okay Cluedo?" said John, with a dreaded look.
"What about Cluedo?" asked Sherlock, still pacing.
"Let's play Cluedo," said John with a deep breath.
Sherlock stop pacing and looked at John, "What? Play Cluedo? Why? You hate it. You said you were never going to play it again"
"Well between Cluedo and "a-bored-you", I'd take Cluedo anytime. Not really ready to go through another round of shooting on the wall, severed head in the fridge, whatsoever," said John.
"Well, clearly, you are concerned, but no thanks, not interested, I need a real case. I didn't have a case the whole day yesterday, can't let that happen today, how can I lay idle when there's so much I could do, I can't let my brain go idle, I might get used to it." says Sherlock in one breathe.
"I don't think your brain will die if you don't have a case for two days."said John, heading for the door.
"Is the universe dead already? There must be something going on, something that deserves my attention. Didn't Mycroft always say "the Universe is hardly lazy"? Oh 'hardly', meaning it can be lazy sometimes, and it is being lazy right now. Where are you going, didn't you just came in?" asked Sherlock, with an exasperated look.
"Amm, I'm going to go get some biscuits from the shops to go with Mrs. Hudson's tea." said John walking out of the room.
"Biscuits?! That's what you are going to go get in the whole wide world, get me a case on the way" shouts Sherlock as John flies down the stairs.
Mrs. Hudson is just about to take the stairs with a tea tray. She stops seeing John coming down the stairs. "Where are you going, didn't you just came in?"
"Fleeing a potential crime scene, maybe you should pass with the tea if you want to get through the morning alive." said John.
"What are you blabbing about?" asked .
"He is BORED!" said John.
"Oh dear!" said Mrs. Hudson, hesitating on the stairs.
"Mrs. Hudson!" came down Sherlock's voice. There's a loud crash. "Are you dead too, where is everyone?"
"Take my advice; stay clear of the living room until he's on a case." said John.
"Mrs. Hudson! Where is my revolver, did you hide my revolver?!" called down Sherlock.
"Oh! no Sherlock dear! Why would I do that, when did you ever let me touch your things?" answered Mrs. Hudson, looking terrified.
"Don't worry, he won't be using it this time" said John, patting his right pocket.
"And honestly I don't think he's in mood for tea right now" he added.
"Where were you going again?" asked Mrs. Hudson.
"Nowhere. I'm just going to go browse for biscuits until the world is a safe place again!", replied John as he goes out the door.
John closed the door behind him and continued down the streets hoping he'll find 221B Baker Street in one piece when he comes back.
[There will be three chapters, the next one will be up soon!]