Cluedo and Sherlock just doesn't mix.
Prompt: Cluedo.
AN: I don't own Sherlock (BBC). Moffat does obviously. If I did… well a certain detective and a certain doctor would be together already.
"If you're bored Sherlock, do something productive," John muttered slightly, glaring at the newspaper crossword in his lap.
"There is nothing to do though," Sherlock said, taking the crossword from John's lap.
"Hey-!" John started to say.
"Oh hush John, you've been glaring at it for the past hour," Sherlock interrupted, looking at the newspaper disdainfully.
"How… how about a game of Cluedo?" John said, glaring at the newspaper in Sherlock's lap.
"Why would I want to play such a childish game?" Sherlock replied, looking at John raising an eyebrow.
"Because you don't ever leave a case unsolved," John said meekly, running a hand through his hair.
Sherlock thought about it for a moment, looking at the advantages and disadvantages of playing… 'Cluedo.'
He sighed slightly and glanced at John.
"Fine."
John grabbed the Cluedo box and placed it on the table before grabbing his newspaper back and sitting in his chair.
"What are you doing John? You're playing too," Sherlock took the newspaper and threw it into the kitchen before sitting down at the board.
"Unlike you Sherlock, I'm not bored" John muttered slightly, sitting at the table.
"What was that John? Don't mutter," Sherlock said, setting up the board.
John just sighed exasperatedly, glancing at the board slightly.
They picked out 3 cards, Sherlock smiling knowingly.
As they were playing the game, John noticed Sherlock becoming increasingly annoyed, whether it was from not being able to figure out what was in the envelope or just getting something disapproved.
John smiled secretly, finally figuring out something that may just slightly annoy Sherlock. After living with him for what felt like eternity, he tried to figure out anything that may just slightly annoy Sherlock.
The only thing that seemed to have annoyed him was 'The Woman' or Irene Adler, as she liked to be known.
He had a certain dislike for her. Him and Sherlock weren't a couple. They were just… friends.
He... was as straight as a ruler of course. Wasn't he?
Looking over at Sherlock, he smiled slightly, thinking to himself.
Well, there may be a slight… feeling. But I'm not an idiot. Sherlock just loves himself and his work. He has no time for anything else.
John sighed again before focusing on the game, pushing his worries to the back of his mind.
Sherlock looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly before smiling knowingly.
"It was Mrs. White in the ballroom with a bundle of rope," Sherlock said determinedly.
John just sat there, not being able to dissuade the suggestion and just looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock opened the envelope, looking at the cards, his smile turning into a frown.
John smiled slightly, noticing it seemed that Sherlock had gotten something wrong.
What happened next was all a blur in John's eyes.
Sherlock decided to pick up the board, throw it at a wall and it ended up with a slight dagger protruding from the middle of the bored.
"… Sherlock?" John asked meekly, glancing between the board and Sherlock.
"A moment of weakness John. A moment of weakness," Sherlock replied simply before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
"Would you like some tea, John?" Sherlock shouted through. John just kept looking between the board and Sherlock's now empty seat before shaking his head and smiling.