Experiment
Long slender fingers tweaked and torqued with a strange looking apparatus while a flurry of dust settled onto the tops of a battered pair of lab goggles which rested in a nest of wild dark, plaster dusted hair.
Slowly, John fully entered the flat slinging his jacket over the arm of Sherlock's couch before crossing into the kitchen. From the looks of it… it was a saw of some sort… so the dust was… he looked up and saw a jagged hole had been gouged into the ceiling.
Somewhat appalled he stared once more at the dangerous looking blade.
"Sherlock…" he broached cautiously.
"hmm?" the detective muttered engrossed in studying the blade of his contraption… John wasn't all that positive pieces of their toaster hadn't been incorporated into the non-bladed portion.
"Why have you sacrificed my toaster to the Gods of science?"
Sherlock spared him a glance and a smirk pulling at his lips, frosted blue eyes lit with a familiar manic light, "I wanted to know how much destruction a homemade chainsaw could do."
"Is the blade… kitchen utensils?"
"Ingenious isn't it! I need to test it on flesh," Sherlock continued in a gleeful tone.
John shook his head backing up a step or two, "I'm taking this opportunity to unvolunteer myself."
Sherlock shook his head impatiently his eyes already following long hands that stroked over the clumsy looking contraption as if it were a sleek weapon, "Just get me a ham, pig bone is almost the same density as human."
"You mean it wasn't enough to gouge out a meter wide hole in our kitchen ceiling?"
But Sherlock was already waving dismissively at him as he pulled plaster dusted goggles back down over blue eyes and picked up the saw brandishing it with a vigor that sent John scurrying from the room.
So... I've decided I like thier close and enduring bromance... I just can't take it if they don't marry beautiful women and have gorgeous and intelligent children... sue me.
Either way, I seem to be on a Sherlock one-shot spree... reviews entice me to write more, yes this is a shameless plug, who knows? If I write enough of these boys I may even give you a few glimpses of romance tossed in.
Disclaimer: No I don't own Sherlock, but I can still watch the beautiful people again and again and again.