The poll Sherlock and John are talking about, can be found here: http: / www. Time . com /time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,2107952_2107953_2109586 (just remove the spaces)

Please vote if you haven't done so already. Benedict needs us! #WeBelieveInSherlock!


"John, what are you doing? You've been on that laptop for hours. You didn't even stop writing to make tea. Are you alright?" Sherlock looked up from his microscope and the very interesting human eyelids to throw his friend a look. Normally around this time, John would have offered tea twice, forced food on him once and tutted once in every five minutes. In the last two hours there had been nothing of that sort. It was… distressing. At the least.

"Hmm?" was all John had to reply.

"John, do you actually hear me?" Sherlock sighed and turned his torso to face his friend, his whole undivided attention focused on the silent blogger, quietly deducing.

Establish research.

Guinea Pig: John.

Goal: find out what's wrong.

First findings:

1: Looks pretty relaxed so no problem with sister or girlfriend, whatever her name was. Obvious.

2: Little smile, he's happy and content; so no bills or anything else of such dull matters.

3: He's typing slowly, now and then a mouse click; so not just writing. No, he's doing something else.

4: legs crossed, he's not uncomfortable. Must be enjoying what he is doing.

Results of deduction: discovered what he isn't doing and that it must be enjoyable.

Further investigation: try and find out what he is doing.

John's mumbled response interrupted Sherlock's train of thought. "What? Oh, yes, perfectly fine, thanks."

"We haven't had a case in days, why are you typing away like this? Don't you want tea then?" The Detective narrowed his eyes. Something wasn't right here.

"If you'd be so kind, I would love some, thanks. No sugar, lots of milk if we actually have some." John didn't even look up.

Sherlock got to his feet and strode towards his friend. He tried to look over John's shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but John quickly shut the laptop, blushing almost imperceptibly but for Sherlock.

"John, what are you doing?" The tall man looked worried. This wasn't like John.

"If it has anything to do with Moriarty, or Mycroft…"

John sighed. "No, it is none of that. But if I answer, you must promise not to laugh or mock me, okay?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Fine." John opened the laptop again and turned it towards Sherlock, giving him a full look. A smile crept over Sherlock's face as he tore his gaze from the screen and looked fondly at his friend. John could always surprise him. Sherlock did all he could not to raise an eyebrow, but John noticed the little twitch.

"Sherlock…! You promised!"

"I didn't laugh. Well, not technically anyway. But, John… seriously..?"

"What?" John folded his hands across his chest and dared Sherlock to make fun of him.

"No need to hide all that from me. It's no use," Sherlock answered, turning the laptop back at his friend.

"Wha-?"

"Well, you see, it's not strange at all to Photoshop all kinds of pictures from one and the same actor, place them in a tine screen and write "Vote Benedict Cumberbatch" above it and place it all over your blog. It's… endearing."

"Really?" John looked genuinely surprised.

"Yes. In fact, I myself have voted too. I mean… those cheekbones, the hair, his voice… he really needs to be in the 2012 Times 100 Poll."

John blinked once. John blinked twice. "You seriously voted?"

Sherlock walked back towards the kitchen and sat down behind the microscope. "Of course. 'The detective that votes for the actor'. Elementary, my dear Watson."


John H. Watson's personal blog.

Entry: April Fourth, 2012.

Well, my dear followers. I've been busy. No, nothing to do with cases, it's just this little poll. I assume you're all familiar with Benedict Cumberbatch? Well, of course, you all are. I mean, who hasn't seen FortySomething, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, War Horse or the nerve-racking and beautiful Third Star? Who isn't impatiently waiting for Star Trek and The Hobbit? Who wasn't crying during Van Gogh or Steve Hawking? Who doesn't play Yellow Car during traffic jams or counts how many otters there can be stuffed in one car? Who doesn't want him to play the Master in Doctor Who? Precisely.
Well, this entry isn't about cases. In fact, Sherlock and I haven't had one in days. Thankfully, some tongues and an obscure tattooed scalp will do nicely to entertain our favourite man for a few hours. No, this entry is about VOTING! Yes, my dear readers. Voting. I'm asking you all to vote for Benedict Cumberbatch. I did. And so did Sherlock. And of course, now you all might wonder why we voted and why YOU should vote. Well, I'll tell you why.
Because that's what people DO!


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Vote for Benedict.

But that's obvious.

Thank you for your cooperation, after voting you can continue your valued existence.

Over and out.

-CM