I saw The Hobbit trailer this evening, and I am VERY excited. XD I love Martin Freeman. Lol…
Anywho, I got this silly idea for a oneshot. It's really kind of random. Whatever. X)
John closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold, London wind, and hung his coat on the hanger. He hurried up the stairs two at a time, eager to get in bed after a long day at work. On his was to his room, he passed through the living door, which just so happened to be wide open, revealing a dark, curly haired man sitting cross legged on the sofa. In his lap sat…
"Sherlock, are you using my computer again?" John groaned.
"'Course," Sherlock said nonchalantly.
John sighed irritably, not even bothering to ask how Sherlock had guessed his password again. He might as well take the password off entirely with all the good it did.
"What are you using it for anyway?" John questioned as he began to tidy up the room.
"Oh, just watching a movie trailer."
Silence. Then, "Well, which one?"
"One that you're actually in."
John paused, then straightened up.
"I don't under…"
"Oh, for goodness sake John!" Sherlock cried. "The Hobbit!"
John blinked. Then he said, "Oh," and smirked. "It won't come out for another whole year. Why are you torturing yourself with anticipation?"
It was Sherlock's turn to sigh irritably. He closed the laptop.
"I just wanted to see how it turned looked preview wise. We've got Cate Blanchett…"
"Who I must say is looking very fine indeed," John interrupted.
Sherlock continued as if their had been no interruption.
"…Richard Armitage, Sir Ian McKellen, and even Andy Serkis as Gollum!"
"Well you're in it too."
"Yes, but I'm not in this actual preview."
John shook his head.
"Don't worry. You will be. You're the villain for crying out loud."
"Yeah, a twenty ton dragon grown fat from lying around for years and years who gets shot down by a random archer."
"And the Necromancer."
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Whatever! I'm still peeved that I wasn't even mentioned."
"Sherlock, c'mon! You have your own TV show named after you! What could be better than that?"
The consulting detective crossed his arms and huffed.
"Not much I guess."
John smirked, pleased that he had won the argument. Laptop tucked under his arm, he was about to head out when Sherlock added, "At least I wasn't in that ridiculously lame and horrible movie that came out last year…"
"Shut up Sherlock."
The end! I'm not going to mention the movie because it was so stupid. Go imdb Freeman if you must know.
Review please?