A/N: Yes, I'm aware that I have four unfinished stories going, but I had this near completed and wanted to share it! This fic is almost completely texting, with the occasional section of actual events. It's not much, but I hope you enjoy! Review please!
-John! Come quick, I need backup. I appear to be in a rather tight spot. SH
-Lemme guess: u tripped over the sofa again. Sherlock we've had it 4 a year now, u know. When r u going 2 stop deleting that? Besides, I'm at the surgery, so forget it. JW
-Wrong and wrong. I did NOT 'trip over the sofa' as you say so ignorantly. And now I could really use some help, John! S
-Wait, what? Sherlock, r u ok? You never forget to sign ur name with both initials! Omg are u actually in trouble? JW
-Sherlock? JW
-SHERLCK? JW
-You could at least spell my name right. For God's sake, John, what do they teach in these schools? SH
-U were in trouble...?! JW
-Ah, yes. And it's getting worse, so would you tell the cab driver to drive faster, perhaps? I didn't finish typing my message because I'm being mobbed. They made my finger slip and press send early. SH
-Sherlock I said before, i'm at the surgery. i could lose my job! Ask greg to come pick u up. JW
-Come anyway. If Lestrade shows up, he'll bring Anderson. I don't want that imbecile around! At least I'm not at the flat... He always disrupts my experiments. SH
-sherlock: where r u? I'm going 2 send greg. JW
-I'm being followed. SH
-moriarty? JW
-Worse. Do hurry. SH
-Fine, i'm coming! just tell me a bloody address! JW
-Outside St Barts. You'll see them as soon as you get there, it's not exactly hard to spot. SH
-what's going on? i'm on my way + i brought my gun. JW
-Good. SH
-good?! Sherlock, if it's that bad call the police!1 JW
-There's so many─ John, I'm going to have to stop texting you soon. SH
-so many of wat? animals? vegetables? minerals? JW
-I'm being mobbed- SH
-Didn't u call greg?! JW
-They're already here. It's not helping. SH
-what? If this is a joke i'm going to kill u Sherlock. I mean it! JW
-They're just laughing at me. Actually, it's mostly Anderson. That idiotic waste of oxygen- SH
-WHY AARE THEY L;AUGHING AT U? JW
-It's like someone cloned Kitty Riley. They're everywhere. They've all got the hat. I can't breathe! SH
-Sherlock-are-u-freaking-kidding-me?! JW
-John? Why aren't you here yet? SH
-was it something I said? SH
-Because I'm in serious trouble here, didn't you hear me? SH
-John? SH
-You can't leave me here. SH
-John! SH
1 hour later:
John had just recovered from a severe laughing fit (crying with mirth, the whole shebang) caused by the realization of Sherlock's predicament when his flatmate returned that evening. The good doctor was busy updating his blog and texting Greg about the hilarious episode, when Sherlock cleared his throat and thirty excited young fangirls, carrying pens and scraps of paper for their obsession to autograph, voiced a collective gasp upon hearing his most recent utterance. There were no words, thought John.
A/N: I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot, or a multi-chapter fic... I think it depends on two things: whether I think of more ideas, and whether anyone reads this. If anyone seems to like this, I'll have more of an incentive to keep going. So I'm not holding the fic hostage for reviews, but it would be nice to know if people are liking it so far! Thanks!