The Worse Case Scenario

by saintcrimes

My lovely: Moonlitsun2000 wrote this for me. She doesn't particularly like this fandom or know much about it so be gentle! John Holmes has went to get the milk and hasn't returned. What could have possibly happened to him! Sherlock thinks of all the worst case scenarios. No slash, just friendship

A/N I received this from Moonlitsun and it made my day :'D ((and had me laughing so hard i almost coughed up a lung!)) Since she hates this fandom but tries to learn about it and put up with it because of me and won't post it to her account I'm posting it to mine ^^ I'm sure she doesn't care~ This was basically rendered straight from the page so everything belongs to her not me :3 Also, everyone I'm kinda banned from my computer for a bit because I got a bad report card =.=" I'll still upload whenever I do a new story at school but I can't get on my DA or Tumblr or anything and the school blocked everything so I'll probably be on those sites very rarely until my mom decides to let me back on. That's just a note to anyone who stalks me there ;p Anywho, on with the story! XD

Sherlock Holmes Presents. . . Worst Case Scenario

Sherlock Watson paced the floors of 221B Baker Street nervously. John Holmes, his flatmate, had left exactly 1 hour, 2 minutes, and 42 seconds ago for milk but had yet to come back. His thoughts drifted to the worst case scenario. What if Sebastian Moriarty had finally succeeded in capturing the person most near and dear to him? What if he had gotten drunk and taken a wrong cab? What if he couldn't find the skim milk? Sherlock shuddered at the thoughts. No, this was Holmes he was talking about! He had single handedly defeated his fear of fried foods without the assistance of his Holmes. Suddenly, Sherlock froze. What if his brother Minecraft had given him a poison that would kill him in the next 2 minutes and 27 seconds?! These questions flew through Sherlock's mind one by one igniting more fear in him. All of a sudden the door flew open and there stood Holmes. "John!" Sherlock Watson shouted happily. "Well someone's happy to see me!" he joked setting down a gallon of milk on the counter. "What happened to you?! You were gone for 1 hour, 3 minutes, and 31 seconds buying milk!" Sherlock said. "Sherlock, I don't believe you can tell time can you?" Watson muttered. "I'm learning!" Sherlock pouted. "I was gone for exactly 5 minutes, 42 seconds, and 3 milliseconds." Watson said. "Ok!" Sherlock said skipping to the counter to pour himself a glass of milk, but as he did so he was the first to notice the milk was spoiled. "Uh...John?" Sherlock said. "I'll go get more..." Watson muttered walking out the door. "Nooo!" Sherlock cried.

Fin~