I was bored. So I decided to provide a normal, everyday conversation that John and Sherlock might go through. Especially if Sherlock's bored. Please read, please review. Honestly, I get this fantastic feeling of accomplishment every time I see that someone's reviewed something of mine.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"Jesus Sherlock! Make some noise when you approach me. I nearly took off your head."

"Yes, you did overreact a little John, I can't feel my arm."

"I was in the army you know. Believe it or not, I have been ambushed before."

"That was hardly an ambush."

"May as well have been."

"You haven't diverted me from my original question. What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing really, just idling."

"Through Fifty Shades of Grey?"

"I wasn't reading it, I just picked it up!"

"You should know by now that I don't judge John."

"I wasn't reading it!"

"Of course not."

"I don't like your tone Sherlock. Don't be snide, it isn't becoming."

"You think I care about your reading preferences?"

"No, 'course not, I know you well enough."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all Sherlock, nothing at all."

"That was condescending."

"Very good. Consider me impressed."

"So, what's the book like? Any good?"

"For the last time, I wasn't reading it!"

"All right, if it makes you fell better about yourself John. You weren't reading it."

"I swear to God, I will kill you."

"You wouldn't do that. I provide too much excitement in your boring life."

"It's been anything but boring since I met you for sure."

"So really you should be thanking me."

"…"

"You're right John, not really one of you skills."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."

"I don't like where this conversation's going Sherlock. I'm losing ground."

"Indeed you are. Shame."

"What the Hell Sherlock?! Don't do that again!"

"Argh! You got me in the solar plexus. I can't breathe."

"Good. That's what you get when you slam books in my ear."

"I. Can't. Breathe. John."

"Poor Sherlock. You'll get over it."

"I will get you back for this."

"I'm shaking in my boots."

"Should be. I can be rather intimidating when I choose to be."

"I hadn't noticed. Is that what that vaguely intense stare-y thing you do supposed to be?"

"You're hilarious John. Should be a comedian. You'd rake it in."

"Thank you."

"I give up. You're being insufferable. Like talking to a five-year-old."

"Coming from you, who makes a song and dance every time your brother checks up on you."

"Don't bring Mycroft into this, you automatically lose the argument."

"Shame."

"You should care more about what you win and lose."

"This barely counts as a conversation, let alone an argument. I fail to see how I'm losing."

"I'm going back to bed."

"That's right. Quit while you're ahead."

"Bad things are going to happen to you soon John Watson."

"Righto, just as soon as you get up from your nap eh?"

"Goodbye."

"Later."