Just a little something inspired by that one scene where Sherlock's shouting at the Tv in . .is it S1E3? Well, enjoy :) I'd love reviews! The beginning's kinda boring, but it's sorta an intro to the whole story. . .so, yah, enjoy!
John Watson thought his life was crazy.
Of course, that craziness didn't compare with the chaos Sherlock Holmes would cause in.
Even Harry's episodes didn't hold a candle to Sherlock's ideas.
And, somehow, John liked his crazier life with Sherlock better.
Maybe that's what kept him from bailing out of the whole thing; Sherlock made stuff exciting. Getting the newspaper before meant to read the articles with little to no interest. Now it meant browsing the crimes and deciding which were linked, which suicides were really murders and the like. Watching TV meant Sherlock yelling at the soap opera characters for being 'Oblivious'.
"Really?" he asked with disbelief at the distressed couple on the screen. "Does it look like she's being faithful? Look at her, Rex!"
John hoped his flatmate's recent addiction to soap operas would not be as long-lived as his one to nicotine patches.
Still, even Sherlock's stupid yelling at the TV was more fun than watching alone, wondering if Leah was really faithful to Rex.
But John didn't appreciate the spoilers.
So he couldn't decide if Sherlock's sudden abandoning of the shows was welcome.
"Where are you going?" he asked as Sherlock randomly clicked off the TV.
"The idiocy of those people is getting on my nerves," he replied, appearing disgusted.
"It's a show, Sherlock."
"With a terrible script, for sure. These people make the police look like Oxford graduates."
John held back a grin.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I mean, it's obvious to any viewer that Leah's been with Blake. Look at her fourth finger!"
John squinted at the screen, which Sherlock turned back on for his friend's inspection. "What about it?"
"It's somewhat red; she had her first affair with Blake."
John's eyebrows raised, "How'd you figure that?"
"She took her ring off for the first time in a long time," Sherlock gestured at the telly, "She's gained weight over the last couple of years, causing her ring to be tight on her finger. If the affairs were common, her finger would look more normal. She ought to have prepared some story in case-"
"Sherlock, it's a show!" John rolled his eyes. "You really think they made her finger like that on purpose?"
Sherlock snorted as he sat up straighter. "Then she's having an affair with a cast member, and their little serenade ended just before shooting the scene," he reached for John's laptop and received a slap on the hand. "Really, John, it'd be much easier for me to use your computer."
"Easier than walking approximately five feet to get your own?" The addressed opened his laptop and started typing in the password. "What makes you think the actress is married?"
"Her red ring finger," Sherlock answered as he judges the distance between him and his laptop sitting on a side table. "It must be so tedious to have as short an attention span as you do."
John sighed slightly and watched, amused, as his colleague moved onto his chair's armrest and reached for his computer. "My Lord, Sherlock! Can't you walk and get it?"
"What's the point of walking?" the other replied as he grabbed his laptop and plopped back down into the chair. "Walking doesn't get you anywhere in good time."
