A/N: Hi, this is only the first part, there will be more.
Reviews please, they are so helpful to help continue the story and...here's the big one... IMPROVE your writing! Which is my ultimate goal. I wrote this a while back, so don't be to judgemental, it's only the first chapter of hopefully many!
What are you doing John?" Sherlock questioned his flat mate, who was sitting at the table on his computer.
"I'm typing up our latest case, why are you asking, normally you wouldn't even notice." John turned around to look at Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa in his dressing gown in his thinking position.
"What makes you think that John."
John sighed, and went back to typing.
"It's true I don't notice, I can't expect you to understand." He jumped up and started to pace.
There was a silence again, just the sound of fingers on the keyboard.
It was vaguely irritating.
"Shut up John." Sherlock snapped, rubbing his temples. John looked up at him, shook his head, and continued again. Sherlock began to get wound up, he was out of his mind with boredom.
"What the hell." John exclaimed, putting his hands up to his head.
"Spell check again John? If so there's a button you can press..."
"No Sherlock, this is not ok, just not good, at all. Look." John interrupted And pointed at his screen. The screen was black, in the middle was a pixelated skull holding an orange in one hand and a lemon In the other, the skull itself was wearing a Pirate hat, on the hat the words "I'm not a Pirate Any More." , it moved from side to side on the screen and its mouth opened and closed. It's eyes were blank sockets.
"Don't touch it John, it's a virus. Don't even click anything." Sherlock pulled his friend away from the computer.
"what do we do then Sherlock, all my new stories haven't been published yet," John shouted, obviously distraught, "I can't just LEAVE it." He pushed Sherlock aside. Sherlock frowned. "I know you don't care about the blog, but I do, ok."
"Calm down John, I'm sure it will be fine, if you don't touch it." Sherlock sat down, then stood up again. He had now switched off sympathy mode. His face cracked into a half smile.
"Why are smiling Sherlock?" John looked taken a back.
"Don't you see John." Sherlock clapped his hands together.
"No, I don't see, Sherlock, I don't see, I have other things on my mind." But then he realised what Sherlock was thinking.
"It's meant for me." Sherlock said, "I'm getting dressed."
And with that he walked meaningfully out of the room and slammed the door to his room shut.
John sighed deeply and tried to breath normally, he couldn't get over the fact that it was his computer that got the mysterious virus, and it was going to mess up everything, and Sherlock was pleased. Why was he always pleased when bad things were happening.
A few minutes later Sherlock emerged from his bedroom fully dressed, he was just tying his usual blue scarf around his neck.
"Where are you going?" John asked.
"I need help with the computer, it's turned off and it's not working." He turned the computer to face his friend. Sherlock looked a mix between cross and disappointed. " I told you not to touch it."
"I didn't touch it, it just stopped working, it went dead."
"Well leave it, are you coming." He headed to the door.
" You haven't told me where we're going." John grumbled. Sherlock looked at his friend and smirked again, and then, in the most dramatic way possible he answered.
"To church."