This story started off as a conversation on Twitter with 0p0sitiv and Damien Molony Forum. We were thinking what it would be like if Hal had recruited Sherlock and what their lives would be like. So I decided to give this a go as I wouldn't usually do a cross over.
Hal had his head in the fridge, scrubbing the filth off he bottom. 'Hal, we need to go out.' Hal jumped and hit his head on the top of the fridge in the process. He swore under his breath and rubbed his head. 'I'm getting hungry and you know that the only way I control it is by solving crimes.' Sherlock stood in the door way wearing a deerstalker hat. 'What are you doing wearing my hat? You keep borrowing my things and never give them back.' Hal was beginning to get annoyed with Sherlock, so much that he was actually regretted recruiting him. 'I thought it suited me. Anyway, can we go out?' Hal rolled his eyes and went back to cleaning the fridge. This had been a daily occurrence. He'd start doing a job and then Sherlock would want to go out crime fighting, and this was beginning to really agitate him. 'No WE'RE not going out. I've got to clean this fridge.' All of a sudden there was a loud bang, Hal quickly turned round to see Sherlock pointing his gun at the wall. 'Well that's boring Hal.' Hal looked outraged, looking at the gun, to the wall and then back again. 'You...shot..the wall. Why did you do that?' 'Because you're boring.' Sherlock popped his gun back into his coat pocket and wandered out of the room. Hal sighed and continued cleaning.
Hal always liked to spend half an hour in the evening playing the lute. It meant that he could relax and unwind and forget about his worries. He sat in the living room and began to play, all of a sudden a violin began to play. He turned around to see Sherlock standing by the window playing his violin. Hal decided to play his lute to drown out the violin. The louder Hal played, the louder Sherlock would play. It got to the extent that their neighbours were banging on the walls next door to try to get them to stop. They continued to try to out play each other. Sherlock began to play his violin fast, so Hal decided to retailiate by playing his lute even faster, until one of his strings snapped. 'Look what you've done. It's all your fault. You know that I have my routine in which I play my lute at seven o'clock every night for thirty minutes.' He smashed his lute againist the table but Sherlock had second guessed what Hal was going to do, so he did the same. They both pointed the handles of their instruments at each others chests. 'If you keep annoying me, I will stake you.'
'Ok I'll stop.' He smirked as he knew Hal was being deadily serious but he really enjoyed bugging him. Hal dug the stake in further. 'Ouch! Ok I promise I won't!'
Sherlock was sitting at the table in the kitchen doing experiments on samples he had taken on some of his victims. All of a sudden there was an explosion as a glass flask exploded, splatting black slime all over the kitchen and himself. Hal ran though the door to find the kitchen covered in slime. He looked at Sherlock and had to begin his finger exercises. 'If this isn't cleaned up by the time I get home, I will kill you.' Hal stormed out of the room and slammed the front door. Sherlock sighed, got up and put on the marigolds that sat on the draining board.