John had had a terrible day at work. The hospital was short staffed and was just coping with the amount of patients they had. Filing out paper work and seeing to patients was enough for john.

All was fine until there was a accident which led to having more than what was necessary amount of patients coming in, most with minor injuries which where left up to john and his team of 2. These extra patients had taken more than enough of his time and were starting to dig into the time which he should be spending at home. Over time was something john didn't like the sound of especially when your team of 2 had gone home and left you with all of the patients, thinking of ways that he could get his revenge next time that he sees his team was pushed to the back of his mind as he just wanted to get these patients out of the way and spend what is left of the day at home.( if he ever gets rid of these patients that is)

John was thinking of how lovely it would be to get home pop the kettle on and relax with his feet up, when he was clicked back into the here and now with the last of his patients coming through the door which chimed when the door had opened, john quickly solved her problems, prescribed her some medicine and his duties was done for today.

It was already 9:45pm when he managed to get of his shift after filing out all of the paper work and everything else that came to having that job and knew that it would be an extra 15 minutes until he gets home. He was looking forward to kicking his feet up and not having to deal with anything, not having to deal with his room mate Sherlock Holmes, the person notorious for making every ones life hard and especially johns as he lives with him, John soon got used to Sherlock after a few weeks living with the "sociopath". John didn't want to deal with sherlock and all of his packages and surprises which came along with him and decided that he would ignore him until he felt that the wear and tear of the day had soon worn of and felt like talking to him.

All john wanted to do was relax and unwind when he got home and not having a care in the world but knew that was unlikely when you live with someone called Sherlock Holmes. Although they were together they still had their moments of when they couldn't stand each other. When John reached home he found something that only a certain individual could conjure up and that certain individual was no other than Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock was bored, oh so very bored. He had no one to talk to since John had left for work that morning, he couldn't go out as people would class him as a weirdo talking to himself or to his skull companion, not that he would worry about what people had to say about him he just didn't want people to make assumptions that he is a nutter. The time was 7o'clock and John was still not home from his job which should of ended more than 3 hours ago. Within these long hours of waiting around for his partners return Sherlock had gone out of his mind and had to get up to do something.

Sherlock had flicked through the case files which inspector Lestrade had given him a few days prior. Flicking through the case files thinking that one surely must spike his interest, taking some of his time to get the facts and the clues so he could send it back to Lestrade so that he could find the killer himself.

It was just Sherlock's luck that none of the case files spicked his interest so yet again he was put back in the land of boredom.

He had spent at least 2 hours getting up and down off his chair previously doing numerous of things, bugging Mrs Hudson, playing his violin in hopes that that would attract John back to their place nothing succeeded in waring off his boredom. He thought that nothing could subside his boredom when something clicked within his mind. A experiment, why didn't he think of this sooner. A experiment that he would enjoy to do but knew that John wouldn't like it as much.

The experiment that Sherlock was doing involved a lot of small machines and glass ware which would usually be used in a science lab. Sherlock didn't know exactly what type of experiment he was doing, he just added random 'ingredients' into something to see what the outcome would be. All of the small machines and glass ware was needed but was soon discarded into the living after Sherlock had finished with them.

In the dining room where the experiment mainly took place had lots of things going,tubes had been setup breaching from one side of the room to the other with clear liquid which sparkled as the intruding sun through the blinds hit the liquid, beneath the tubes on the table was a small beaker which had a glowing blue liquid, beside it stood a clamp which had a test tube and had obviously been heated up from the indicating burn marks at the bottom of the tube. Again Sherlock didn't know what he was trying to achieve with this experiment and just added random 'ingredients' to see what would happen and what he would get as the end result. He achieved this glowing blue substance which he felt intrigued to try.

Pouring some of the liquid out into a shot glass (half full) he eyed up the liquid percuriously before counting down from 3 and drinking the substance. He licked his lips trying to figure out what taste this mysterious liquid had to it, it was sour but also very sweet and had this slight taste of blueberries. He didn't feel any different before he had drunk it. Thinking that what he had done was a failure he went back to playing the violin. He had been playing the violin for ten minutes and the time was 9:38.

John entered 221B all ready for a cup of tea then bed. Making his way up the stairs he noticed that it was quiet, unusually quiet meaning 1 of 3 things ; he had gone outside, he was fully absorbed into something, or he was asleep, the latter being the least possible. Opening the door was like being smacked on the face(something you could really do without).

First John had noticed all of the machines which had been scattered all around the room. Secondly he noticed all of the glass ware allocated around the room some on the verge of falling and crashing to the ground and some already fallen, John knowing that he would be the one to clear all of this up suddenly felt the urge to go and do something un meaningful to his partner. John had turned his head further to see his battle field living room and got a quick glimpse of something big on the floor.

Walking closer and closer the object came clearer. It was sherlock! Adrenaline pumped his exhausted body, he quickly went to check for his pulse to see if his roommate/partner had gone and done something ridiculous whilst he was out. There was a pulse, a huge weight was lifted of his shoulders knowing that he wouldn't have to explain to Lestrade why Sherlock was dead, and of course knowing that his partner wasn't dead was a big reassurance to him.

"Geez, what have you gone and done to yourself this time" he huffed

Anger filled John , he couldn't deal with all of the things that his partner does, even more so when he put his own life at risk to try some petty experiment he would whip up when he was away. He decided that Sherlock had to be taught a lesson. And what better way to punish someone than doing it through something they love and knowing that they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off.

John lifted Sherlock up and over his shoulder making easy work of it thanks to the time in the army. He carried Sherlock to their bedroom and put him down on the bed more gently than he would of liked. John smirked knowing that his partner would be out cold for a while, giving him a perfect amount of time to go out to the shops to get what he needed for Sherlock's punishment.

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