Author's Note: hey, i know you guys are getting wrestless, so here's something new to entertain you,
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Sherlock leaned over a beaker, frowning as the contents bubbled. He sighed with irritation and scooped up some powder to add to it as John came over with some tea, trying to work out what he was doing.
"Thank you," he murmured, glancing over at John briefly and offering him a slight smile before scowling at the beaker again as the contents turned bright blue.
"Sherlock, what is that?"
"An experiment," he answered shortly. John rolled his eyes and sipped his tea, leaning against the counter.
"how dangerous?"
"Corrosive. Could do some damage." he shrugged "Nothing fatal." John just shook his head, exasperated.
"why?" Sherlock blinked at him.
"I'm bored."
"no, what does this experiment prove?" He shrugged.
"I don't know, I'm bored enough to throw random ingredients together and see what happens. It proves that I'm bored?" John just shook his head and picked up his laptop. Sherlock chuckled and turned back to his experiment. It didn't take long for whatever was in the beaker to shatter the glass, sending pieces skittering across the counter.
"... Oops."
John looked round from his armchair, his brow furrowed.
"Sherlock, what did you do?!"
"... I might have broken the beaker."
"Sherlock!" John got up to have a look, careful not to step in anything. He shrugged and went to find a dustpan, brush, some disinfectant and some tissues.
"It's not the first time it's happened..." John sighed and turned back to the laptop, typing quickly. Sherlock collected the pieces of glass, shooting a frown at the back of John's head.
"Don't tell me, you're writing about this on your blog."
"Nope." John shifted so Sherlock couldn't see the laptop.
"You are, aren't you?" he demanded. He dropped the glass and ruined tissues in the bin and bounded across the room to lean over John's shoulder. John slammed down the screen before Sherlock could see.
"no, I wasn't."
"Your behaviour suggests otherwise. If you weren't, you would leave the laptop open."
"I wasn't." John sipped his tea. Sherlock leaned in towards John, unleashing the full power of his Puppy Dog Eyes.
"Then why won't you tell me what it is?" John laughed and patted Sherlock on the head,
"you won't find it interesting, and anyway, its...personal." The simple touch made a shiver run down Sherlock's spine. He frowned.
"Now you say that, I want to know even more. I'll work it out eventually; it'll be much less painful for you to tell me now."
"painful!?"
"Well, annoying then."
"no, id rather not." John put the laptop down and quickly stood, finishing his tea. Sherlock pretended to give up. He sighed and dropped into his armchair.
"Oh, be careful. I might have missed some of the liquid somewhere."
"I will." John tiptoed into the kitchen and put his cup in the sink. While John was out of the room, Sherlock scooped up his laptop and hid it behind him, into the cushions of the armchair. It wasn't his best hiding place, but it should be enough.
However, John was smart enough to realise that Sherlock was the only one that could possibly steal his laptop, so instead, he tucked it inside his jacket and strolled towards his room under the pretence of fetching his violin. John decided to make more tea, but then he realised what he had done. he ran into the sitting room, looking for Sherlock. seeing no trace, he skidded into Sherlock's room.
"Sherlock!" Sherlock looked over his shoulder, tapping away on the keys to unlock John's user.
"Problem?"
"give. it. Back." Sherlock held it out of John's reach, just to be spiteful and childish. He grinned.
"Then tell me what you're doing."
"why do you have to know?"
"I'm bored and I'm curious. That's reason enough."
"well," he was exasperated,
"go solve a crime or something."
"There are no interesting ones." With a cool expression, he turned back to John's laptop to press 'enter'.
"No!" John attempted to grab the laptop, but Sherlock held it out of his way. The screen had cleared now, but he looked at John instead.
"I won't look if you explain. And before you ask, yes, I really am bored enough to irritate you in this way." John was about to say there was no point in explaining if he was going to look, but then he remembered that Sherlock would be able to see the site and all of the stuff he had put there.
"fine, I promise I will tell you if you give it to me first." Sherlock gave John one of those quick smiles that lasted for only a second.
"Thank you." He lowered his hand and passed the laptop over. John immediately closed the page and deleted the web history before turning off the laptop, turning back to the living room. Sherlock caught his elbow.
"Ah, ah, ah, You promised."
"I didn't say when though..." John loved annoying Sherlock. Sherlock growled. Actually growled.
"I'd prefer now."
"why? why do you have to know everything?" John sounded like a whiny child.
"I don't have to know everything, but I'm bored and I want to know this."
"really?"
"Yes." John mumbled his reply and walked quickly into the living room. Sherlock followed him like a lost puppy, picking up his violin as he went, making John quickly change his mind and busied himself making yet more tea. Sherlock tuned his violin, making sure to make it perfect.
"Sooo?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't think you would do such a thing, John."
"that's it? no statistics? no mind-numbing reasons why its a bad idea?" John was amazed. Sherlock kept his back to John and continued tuning his violin; it was mostly to make sure none of his emotions were betrayed by his face.
"It is a bad idea. You can never be sure with those websites that the person you are pairing yourself with is... right." He'd been about to say 'honest', but then that would be ruling himself out, wouldn't it?
"its worth a try, at least." John was used to Sherlock's scepticism, but he seemed different this time,
"are you ok?"
"I'm fine," he replied smoothly.
"Why wouldn't I be? Really, John, you'd be better off forgetting about that website, or any of the others for that matter. I don't see why you feel the need to use them when your... skills at attracting women are perfectly good anyway." Women and me, anyway. John just laughed, blatantly ignorant to Sherlock's feelings and picked up the laptop again, settling into his usual arm chair. Sherlock began to play the violin quietly, still looking out of the window.
"Why the laugh?"
"I don't know, you just make me laugh from time to time." he started re-writing his profile. Sherlock smiled slightly, deciding to stay silent instead of replying. John added "a sense of humour" to the list of what he looks for in other people, chuckling softly. Sherlock frowned, the violin was slightly off-key, but also because he had an idea that would probably make John angry enough to throttle him. He gave up on his violin for now and dropped into his armchair, picking up his own laptop as he did so. He'd 'accidentally' caught a glimpse of the site John was on when he handed his computer back, so it wasn't difficult to find it. John raised an eyebrow at one particular match and opened her profile, sipping his tea through his curiosity. Sherlock frowned. John had found a possible match...
That just wasn't acceptable.
He quickly made an account, skipping most of the details. Boring. Irrelevant. Unnecessary. He then set about searching for John. Meanwhile, John sniffed as he read through the women's page, changing his mind immediately; smoker. Sherlock would go mental. John carried on looking, then raised his eyebrow again as he saw another possibility. Sherlock glanced at John, frowned, then back at the screen.
Ah-ha. There.
Forward as always, Sherlock simply clicked the button and waited. John flicked through the possibility's page, feeling hopeful, then a notification popped up in the corner of his screen. Sherlock placed his hands under his chin in his thinking pose. John read the suggestion and his eyebrows shot up,
"Sherlock?!" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, John?"
"umm, what Is this?!" John indicated to the screen. Sherlock blinked at John, silent for a moment, then he sighed and buried his face in his hands.
"You are more intelligent than most, John, but dear God..."