I love Sherlock! I must say, they did an excellent job story wise and character wise. X) I can't wait for season two!
So anyway, I really liked this. Please tell me what you think! :)
Friend
When two, single men shared a flat, of course both were going to need their own space. So when Sherlock shut himself away behind the door for hours on end, John disregarded the fact without concern. If it went on longer than three days, then he would invade.
And even though he was slightly curious as to what his flat mate did in his spare time, he allowed the man his privacy. However, John didn't always understand (or necessarily agree with) Sherlock's eccentric ways, and he continually sought to make sure the man didn't do anything reckless.
So one day, when he happened to hear a low voice coming from beneath the door as he passed, John stopped. He didn't remember anyone coming over, and Sherlock had been behind the door since yesterday evening. But after a moment, he decided he must have been talking to someone over the phone. So he continued down the stairs.
Two hours later, however, as he headed back for his own room, he again heard Sherlock's deep monotone issuing from behind the door.
Curiosity getting the better of him, John wrapped his knuckles against the wood.
"What is it, John?" came in answer, so he took that as a sign that he was allowed to open the door.
There sat Sherlock on his sofa. His violin lay on the floor, next to a pile of hastily stacked newspapers. John's eyes skimmed the room, beholding the chaos.
"This is a disaster zone!" John cried in dismay.
"Nothing more than usual," was Sherlock's reply. "But obviously you entered to ask me a question, which had nothing to do with the state of the room, so out with it."
John's eyes widened as they finally settled on the consulting detective. His usually wild dark hair was even more so than usual, and he still wore the clothes from the previous day.
"I heard you talking in here," John stated.
"I talk aloud as you well know."
John raised an eyebrow.
Sighing, Sherlock held up his right arm, displaying a skull which was clasped firmly in his hand.
"You were talking to the skull?" John asked in disbelief.
"I told you he was a friend of mine, and I needed someone to talk to."
John stared at Sherlock's serious face. "Why don't you just talk to me?" he asked.
"Because," Sherlock said slowly, as if choosing his words with care, "you seem to always be busy with something or someone, and you don't like to be interrupted when you're working."
"But it's a skull."
Unashamedly, Sherlock said, "Well, he has been my friend longer than you have."
John blinked.
"So you just sit in here all day and talk to it?"
"Not all day. I spend a great deal of time playing my violin." As if to demonstrate this, he tossed the skull into a chair, picked up the instrument, and proceeded to pluck an F sharp major seven scale.
Recognizing the dismissal, John backed out and closed the door, before heading back to his room.