Disclaimer: Of course I own everything in this story. What, I don't? You just destroyed the world of my dreams.
„John, were is my gun?" Sherlock was lying on the sofa, bored.
„No, you are not going to shoot the wall again. Why don't you do something productive in your spare time?" John shouted back from the bathroom.
„Productive? Like what?"
„I don't know. Read. Work on your website. Go on the internet and find a case. Or go and buy the goddamn milk!" John sounded more frustrated that he usually did when Sherlock was having a boredom-attack. Broke up with his girlfriend? Stress with Harry, more likely.
„Reading is hardly productive, according to you nobody reads my website, I am a consulting detective which means that people come to me with their cases, I don't go to them and ask for one. As for the milk, why don't you go and buy some yourself, if you need it so desperately?" Sherlock spat back.
„Because I am taking a shower, Sherlock. Which means that I am naked. Which means that I cannot go out and buy some milk." Sherlock could literally see John roll his eyes at him.
„Why not. Would be an excellent social experiment." He didn't get an answer to that. After two minutes of debating whether or not he should break one of Mrs. Hudsons vases, he turned on his computer. Nothing new on his website and only two new e-mails. An invitation to the Police Summer Fayre and an e-mail from Sally Donovan. Subject: Check this out!
Sherlock usually never opened e-mails from Sally but due to his extreme boredom, he told himself, he could make an exception. The e-mail consisted of a link which Sherlock clicked without really thinking about it.
"What, in the name of John pink pants, is that?!" was Sherlock's first reaction. He wasn't bothered to read the whole text but the words Sherlock Holmes and John Watson appeared often enough for him to deduce that the text was about him. It didn't look like a newspaper article though. What was it?
"It's something called fan fiction, a term that describes creative writing that uses preexisting characters from television, movies, books or other fiction. It is written by fans of the respective series, hence the name." a voice in Sherlock head said but it wasn't Sherlock's thinking voice (which, by the way, sounds like Benedict Cumberbatch).
"Who are you?", Sherlock thought back, eager to get in contact with the voice in his head.
"I am the author of this story and for god's sake, you are completely ruining it by breaking the flow!" If Sherlock was surprised, he didn't show it. His natural curiosity kicked in and he googled quest-searched "Sherlock Holmes fan fiction". To say the results terrified him would be an understatement. Yes, Sherlock Holmes was terrified.
"Why do people do that?" he thought, in an attempt to communicate with the voice that called itself "author of this story" (At the back of his mind he was wondering if that meant that he was in a story.)
"Because it's fun. Come with me and I'll show you some more!" Before Sherlock could protest he was pulled through a plot hole into the internet.
