A.N: Just another idea that I had. Enjoy, thanks for looking! : )
'I'm bored.'
Sherlock's favourite sentence had been appearing a lot in the past couple of days. The flow of cases seemed to have come to a halt, and there was nothing to occupy the consulting detective's mind. John had returned from work that evening to find several more bullet holes in the wall than there had been when he'd left.
Sherlock flipped over on the sofa to place his chin on his knees and look at John inquisitively.
'Bored,' he repeated.
'I'm bored of you being bored,' John muttered under his breath, turning the page of his newspaper.
Sherlock sighed and disappeared out of the room. John decided to ignore the sulking detective, turning the page of his newspaper and immersing himself in politics. A moment later, he himself got bored and threw down the paper.
BANG!
'Sherlock!' John yelled, standing and rushing across the room to his bedroom. Sherlock was stood in the middle of the floor, holding his Browning in one hand. His lamp was smoking on the ground, blasted to bits.
'Thank you,' John muttered, wrestling the weapon from his friend and disabling it.
'I'm bored,' Sherlock said again.
Fine, John thought in defeat. He straightened up and grabbed his military style jacket.
'I'm going out. I'll be back in ten minutes, and then you won't be bored. Until then, sit in your chair and don't break anything,' John commanded. Without waiting for a response, he swung around and disappeared out of 221B.
Sherlock was sitting perfectly still when John returned, a Sainsbury's bag in one hand. Sherlock looked at John suspiciously, his mind racing for deductions. Finally, he spoke.
'Tea isn't going to interest me,' he said.
'It's not tea,' John replied. He pulled out a brand new Cluedo board set, which was wrapped in cellophane.
'Cluedo?' Sherlock asked. He paused. 'What's Cluedo?'
John sighed. It was going to be a long evening.
After explaining the many "pointless" - or they were to Sherlock - rules of Cluedo, John set up the board. Sherlock sat on the opposite side of the table to John, his eyes fixated on the board.
He was taking the game very seriously, apparently.
John looked bored with Cluedo, but Sherlock was riveted. He span around the room at odd moments to get different views of the game board, and he'd never looked less board - except when he was on a case, of course.
Why didn't I think of this sooner? John wondered to himself.
A few seconds later, the answer came to him.
'Doctor Black did it,' Sherlock announced, looking very pleased with himself.
They were roughly two minutes into the game.
'No, Sherlock,' John replied. 'It's not in the rules,' he insisted.
'Then the rules are wrong,' Sherlock responded, as if it was obvious. Which, to him, it was.
'Sherlock,' John said. 'It wasn't Dr. Brown.'
'It was! Look at his background! Look at his position! It all makes sense - can't you see it?'
John looked at his friend, eyebrows raised.
'Oh you can't! It must be so boring inside your funny little head,' Sherlock commented, almost absentmindedly. 'I win,' Sherlock announced.
'Sherlock, it wasn't Dr. Brown.'
'John, when we're on a real case, do you ever doubt my deductions?' Sherlock demanded.
'Well no, but -'
'How is this different?'
'It's a game!' John exclaimed.
'It's no different,' Sherlock went to sit down on his sofa.
John gave up. At least his friend had been entertained for five minutes; maybe there'd be peace for a few minutes now.
For a moment, John thought he'd succeeded as Sherlock disappeared from the lounge. He sighed in relief and relaxed in his chair, settling back comfortably.
But -
Bang! Bang!
'John!' Sherlock yelled from John's bedroom. 'I'm bored!'
John buried his face in his hands. He couldn't win.
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