My first little Sherlock fanfic. A one-shot, which will be followed by some other one-shots (possibly), about Sherlock and John.

Some slash if you read upside down but no one does that, so never mind.

Ok, so I am, like all of us here, a HUGE Sherlock fan and am dying for more episodes. Until they are here of course, we all live and breath in the domain of fanfiction, which is my way of surviving :D

So, here's my little dedication to every story in the Sherlock region of fanfic that's got me through these difficult times :')

Disclaimer: As you can tell from the above, I don't own Sherlock. Sad face.

Enjoy :)

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Rare Advantages

Life with Sherlock was never what you would call, dull. If there was ever even a second predecessing boredom, the microwave would undoubtedly explode, or John would find another limb in the freezer. But sometimes the ex-army doctor wondered if it was all a bit too exciting, Most of the time, they were linking "something fun to do" with someone else's death.

With that in mind, John Watson knew as he walked into the flat of 221b, glancing at a text from Sarah, that he would not swap the scene before him for anything in the world.

The flat, as usual, was a disaster, a mixture of books, newspapers, discarded nicotine patches, clothes, glass beakers, a couple of abandoned microscopes, a sword (where the hell had that come from?), a jar full of eyeballs, broken glass, several permanent and worrying blue stains, and about half a dozen apples, which had played an important and fatal role in Sherlock's latest experiment.

John was looking past all of this though, partly because he was used to it by now, but mostly because sitting in the middle of the floor was Sherlock, huddled into his dressing gown, wires dangling from his ears, his head bobbing up and down and his eyes scrunched shut as he concentrated. From his standstill be the door, John could quite clearly hear the loud, brash music of Gabriella Climi's "On A Mission", blurting out of the earphones.

But that wasn't what shocked him the most. No, what really knocked John backwards was that Sherlock was singing. Every word, every note. Singing.

He stood there for a few minutes, pure disbelief on his face, until Sherlock finally whirled around, saw him, and instantly shut up, his body freezing.

The music stopped too.

There was a slight, staring silence before John cleared his throat, "Uh, what are you doing?" Abruptly, Sherlock stood up, and in one motion swiped the earphones from his ears and threw the I-pod at the couch. His 'high-and-mighty' expression took over from a faltering moment of surprise, and he looked towards John as though there were an obvious and perfectly logical reason.

"I am merely researching the level of volume it takes before the internal hearing starts to become affected. I'm bored".

He took on the cadence he had when explaining through a crime scene, and John just felt the need to nod along with it, "R-Right…Find anything?"

Sherlock paused, before nodding once. "Hearing loss begins to occur at 85 decibels"., he turned on his heel and stalked upstairs to his room. A few moments later the door could be heard slamming shut.

Still in the doorway, John's face broke into a broad grin. Sherlock was always one step ahead when John was being secretive, or trying to hide something from him – mostly because John didn't want Sherlock to start deducing and commenting on his personal secrets. But now, the doctor had a rare and perfect advantage over the great Sherlock Holmes, next time he was being too cocky to deal with, and all thanks to the genius behind the video phone.

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Thanks for reading!

Oh, yes, please review :) pretty please :) with a cherry on top :) a very nice cherry :) and chocolate sauce :) and cream if you like but personally I think craem is blah :/ unless it's ice cream...

...Let me know what you think :)