Right then... this is my first story here, and I'm not an English born speaker, so please be kind with my mistakes. Sure that I made a lot of them. I don't know if there are any other story like this, probably yes, and I didn't copied them. I just had this idea. R&R please

Disclaimer: don't own John Watson and Sherlock Holmes T_T Just the plot

There were many things John Watson couldn't stand. For example, run out of jam, find human lungs in the fridge, eat dinner at Harry's house... Oh, and of course the alarm clock. The alarm clock.

It all started when he was a teenager. He had to wake up every bloody, damned morning at half past six with that "beeep-beeeeep" in his head. Some of his best swear-words crossed his mind for the first time while trying to destroy that orrible stupid thing. Not that he could return to bed, however. But it was quite... funny to blame it all on the alarm clock.

While soldier, his patience increased. He had to wake up quite often at five o'clock in the morning, not always pleasant wake ups, and couldn't say anything. He became able to not swear against everything waked him up too early. In the end, also his sleep need decreased.

Now that he was a civilian, the alarm clock returned to annoy him. Not as much as when he was a teen, but still... That sound really bothered him, but didn't made him get angry with all the world. He could... wake up, prepare himself for the day and don't even be tired during the morning.

But some... kind, of alarm clock, some... time during the night... were still really impossible to stand for him. And that new stupid 3 a. m. kind of alarm clock was one of them. He could swear at it every time he wanted to, but couldn't destroy it. Neither he could turn it off.

– SHERLOCK! FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP BLOODY PLAYING THAT DAMNED VIOLIN AT THREE IN THE MORNING! –

– What did you said John? –

– YOU KNOW WHAT I BLOODY SAID AND NOW PUT DOWN THAT THING! –

– I prefer to continue playing. You could try to sleep and not talk to me, I need to concentrate right now – John punched is pillow.

– Now... I go down... and thrust that damned violin in a really tight point of that... human-like thing... and leave it there... – growled John while his latent murderer instincts started to show up.