"I Prefer To Text"

Hello all. It's me, back with an entirely new genre and a mediocre new one-shot. I know for a fact that this is quite plausibly very bad, but I have nothing but my dignity to loose, so I figured I should lead without my head for once. I am considering an actual Sherlock Fanfiction, but I guess depending on any comments on this will then influence my decision on that. Currently I will just stick to random and assorted one-shots when I get the motivation.

Just as a quick thing. I don't know when this is meant to come in. It just kind of floats about as a random thing. I hold no grudge against John and I really have no idea how Sherlock would react to ... well you'll see, so please know that this really is nothing of any importance, and was merely written on a very boring bus journey. This is literally just my perspective on Stuff. In case you don't know / have deducted already- this is one of those phone conversation thingies so yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Sherlock or gain any profit from writing this, minor emotional gain. All rights belong to the BBC, Steven Moffat, Sue Vertue, Mark Gatis and of course Sir Arthur Ignatius (O-O) Conan Doyle.

Enjoy and please feel free to leave a review. Any thoughts will be much appreciated. Here goes nothing...

"I Prefer To Text"

Getting milk AGAIN. Might be late – JW

Don't be late – SH

Just getting cab now – JW

Bored John. Don't be late – SH

Sherlo-

John – SH

22 Knightsbridge Avenue back ally – JW

John? – SH

Gunsho-

You're late – SH

They asked me to identify the body. You're late – SH

I had to choose flowers. I hope you like roses. You're late - SH

Your sister hates me. You're late – SH

I didn't cry. Mrs Hudson did. You're late – SH

Sentiment is for fools. You're late – SH

I caught the killer. You're late – SH

He got 15 years if you're interested. You're late – SH

Your magazine subscription has been cancelled. I have nothing to burn now. You're late – SH

We're out of milk. You're late – SH

Mycroft is making his 'visits' weekly. It is possible to have arch-enemies. You're late – SH

The skull is boring now. You're late – SH

Bored. You're late – SH

*Very Bored* - SH

Your techniques were sloppy. You're late – SH

Meet me at St Pancras. Don't be late – SH

I told you not to be late. I did NOT mean don't come. You're late – SH

Stop being sentimental. You're late – SH

Goodbye John – SH

Number Not In Use. Message Not Sent

The End