Bored Games
Chapter 1: Scrabble
Summary: "I'm never daft." Stated Sherlock. "What's the point of a board game though? It's just a childish game." "I don't know," Shrugged John. "Fun? It's just a game Sherlock. If you're not bored enough, don't play it!" John sighed, turning his back on Sherlock once more. He waited for the moaning to start once more, but instead there was silence. "What game should we play?" Questioned Sherlock finally. : : All the times Sherlock became bored enough to play a board game, and that one time where Mrs. Hudson beat both of the boys.
Sherlock was lying on the couch, wrapped in a sheet and shouting "Bored!" over and over. It wasn't exactly fun for anyone in the house, especially not John, who had been listening to the nonstop shouting since roughly 5:30 in the morning. The moaning had ended briefly at about noon, because of a case, but it had started again at about two when Sherlock solved the case.
"Why don't you try to figure out your Rubix Cube?" Demanded John, finally looking at Sherlock.
"I already did that John! Five times!" Shouted Sherlock, giving John a "Honestly John, you're never going to think of something that hasn't occurred to me," look. John gave a long sigh in response.
"Sherlock, you can't be that bored," Stated John "You just had a case four hours ago."
"But that was four hours ago," Sherlock said irritably, whining like a three year old consulting detective.
"Play a board game," Suggested John.
"A board game?" Demanded Sherlock, giving John a "And why would I do that?" look. "It has the word bored in it. I don't think that it will be helpful in curing my boredom."
John sighed. "Stop being daft Sherlock."
"I'm never daft." Stated Sherlock. "What's the point of a board game though? It's just a childish game."
"I don't know," Shrugged John. "Fun? It's just a game Sherlock. If you're not bored enough, don't play it!" John sighed, turning his back on Sherlock once more. He waited for the moaning to start once more, but instead there was silence.
"What game should we play?" Questioned Sherlock finally.
John smiled, hiding it from Sherlock of course, because if the consulting detective thought John was feeling a bit smug about his triumph, he might change his mind. "How about Scrabble?" Asked John.
Another pause. "What is the point of Scrabble?" Sherlock asked.
"It's a word game. You have tiles with letters on it, and you make words out of them on the board." John explained.
Sherlock looked thoughtful for a moment. "It sounds like enough of an intellectual challenge." He said finally. "Rather pointless, but aren't all bored games?"
John started questioning his sanity. What on earth had made him say Scrabble? Monopoly might of been a better suggestion. Sherlock broke his thoughts. "Do we have Scrabble?" He questioned.
"I have a set in my room. Give me a second." John informed him.
"It would be more accurate to say a minute." Said Sherlock, starting his complaints about saying "I'll be a second", because it wasn't actually a second.
John glared at his tiles as Sherlock considered his next word. The consulting detective was winning, but that was on account of his massive vocabulary and words that John had started doubting the existence of.
The instructions had suggested anywhere in between 7 and 12 tiles. Sherlock thought twelve would be interesting, and so John glared at his twelve tiles. AJSDHFOUHADS were the letters sitting in front of him. Sherlock started placing his tiles, and so John looked up, wondering what word the consulting detective would think up.
"Escudo." Announced Sherlock, biting his lip. "Not the best that I could come up with."
"What's escudo?" Demanded John, glaring. "Now you're just making things up!"
Sherlock glared, acting offended that the doctor would even suggest something of the sort. "If you must know, it is the basic unit of money on Cape Verde. Honestly John, what is the point of a Geography class in schools if they don't even teach the basics?"
"I'm so sorry that I don't know what the currency of Cape Verde!" John grumbled. After a moment of thinking, the doctor placed his tiles. "Found!" He announced triumphantly.
Sherlock gave him a look, and John sighed, standing up and walking away.
"Where are you going?" Demanded Sherlock, the look fading.
"Out!" He announced, pulling on a coat.
"What-Where? I thought we were playing Scrabble!" Sherlock said, standing.
"Sherlock, I am never, ever, ever playing Scrabble with you!" John stated, rolling his eyes. "No matter how bored you are!"