A/N: Enjoy! But afterward, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the Authors note for me! Thanks!
Oh, Sherlock's not mine by the way. If it was, I would have got the new series up and out by now, and we wouldn't be worried for our Favourite Consulting Detective and our favourite ex-Army Doctors' health and lifes! But Moffatt and Gatiss are doing a great job!
"I'm Bored." Sherlock stated.
He was sat on his armchair, lounged across it, legs over one of the arms, head resting on the other, one arm draped over where his legs should have been, had he been sitting on it properly. His hair was flopped across his face and he'd been in the same position for days. John still didn't know how he managed not to get fidgety.
"Do something then." John suggested, putting a cup of tea on the table next to him.
"But that's the problem. There isn't something! No deaths, no suicides, no murders. Not even a robbery. What is wrong with the Criminals of London? It's all SO DULL." To make his point he ended in a yell.
John had known him for around 2 weeks now. 12 days ago the Lauriston Gardens case was closed, and nothing had happened since. Sherlock was getting more and more agitated each hour, with more and more things aggravating him. Earlier he'd hand a mini-tantrum because John had tried to make him stand up, or else the blood would just collect in his head. Sherlock had told John he knew perfectly well what would happen, but didn't care.
"You took away my gun, and Mrs. Hudson took away my skull! Don't you understand how much I need something to do?"
"Alright." John sat down opposite him. "I've been meaning to ask for a while, but you haven't been speaking so I let you alone. Now, you're bored, so we can talk." He looked at Sherlock curiously. "Two weeks back, when Lestrade bought in the Drugs Bust. When I told him you were completely clean, you told me to stop talking…" John trailed of cautiously. "So, Are you clean?"
"I had a…phase." Sherlock avoided Johns eyes and looked across the room at the smiling face he'd spray-painted onto the wall so that he could test his aim.
"A 'Phase'?" John frowned. "How much of a phase?" With Sherlock, a phase could be anything.
" It was an addiction." Sherlock didn't bother trying to cover it.
"You're still clean now though, right?"
Sherlock stood up and walked away from John, looking away from him and out of the window down at the annoyingly peaceful streets of Baker Street.
"Sometimes." He said in a slow voice.
"Sometimes! What the hell does 'sometimes' mean?" Watson stood up, fists shaking. Sherlock might be a genius, but didn't he see how wrong this could go for him? His medical side was even more concerned for his Self-Confessed Sociopathic colleague.
"Well…Sometimes I turn to them, sometimes I don't. Mycroft doesn't approve, but…I was just keeping busy. " Sherlock shrugged, not seeing how bad it was. As far as he was concerned, it a perfectly normal thing for him to do. He wasn't used to people caring this much, apart from Mycroft, but he didn't count.
"When was your last fix?" Watson asked carefully.
"What day is it?" Sherlock asked curiously.
"Saturday."
"Oh."
"Well?"
"Saturday."
A/N: Hullo everyone! I had this rattling round in my brain since November of last year (gosh, doesn't that sound weird?) but I've been tinkering with it. Now, I need your help, like the Baker Street Irregulars in the books or what could be described as the homeless network in London working for Sherlock in The Great Game!
Here's my problem. This story has been gathering dust in the back of my internal library for so long I had to get it out here, but I'm stuck. I have NO idea how to continue it. I want to somehow get to playing with Drug!Withdrawal Sherlock, but dunno how to get there. That is where *You Lot* become my Fanfiction Network and help me out. What should happen? How should it Continue? I'll put up a poll on my profile with the best ideas' so you can all let me know what you think should happen.
This story depends on ALL of you, okay! If I don't get your views, I can't continue!