A late night 221B especially for my very good friend MapleleafCameo (Who has just started a new multi-chapter called Closing Time - quick, go read it!) ...who whispered 'Do it!' so I did. I am totally unashamed at including some self advertising in this one, especially as I own nothing but my original ideas... :)

"Sherlock, have you noticed there's something odd going on?" John walked into the kitchen, his laptop in hand.

"In what way?" the curly headed genius continued to study coffee grounds.

"This site, Fanfiction, there's a bloody writer there that's decided to write 101 ways to nearly kill me off!" Slamming his computer down he slumped into a chair. "I'm getting sick of it, it's not funny anymore."

"Was it ever?"

"Some of that homo-erotica was positive hilarious, some of the things we were supposed to be doing were damn near impossible." Realising what he had said, John blushed and added. "Well, from a biological point of view"

He shoved the open laptop under Sherlock's nose.

"And you might like to visit the new Sherlock Holmes museum that's opened just down the road."

Piercing grey eyes rapidly read the advertisement, then dashed out of the flat.

Standing in the doorway looking at the plethora of Victorian costumes, Sherlock looked archly down his nose at the staff in the museum.

"Your clothes are so wrong" he sneered "Even John's worst Christmas jumper isn't as wrong as that tat you're wearing - take it off! Take it off immediately! And burn it with all those ridiculous Death Frisbees you've been trying to sell me!"

And with that he stalked out...John, giggling, followed close behind.