Bored. Bored. Bored bored bored!
That stream of words flowed through Sherlock's mind as he lay on the sofa. John was out with Sarah. There were no cases. Mrs. Hudson was at a friend's. The detective was alone in the silent flat. And he was BORED! Pushing himself off the sofa, he reached for his phone. Quickly he fired a text of to Mycroft. You can guess what it said. The reply came quickly.
'Sherlock, if you're bored, watch a film. Like a normal person.'
Sherlock groaned. Films were dull. Plotlines were predictable. Characters were just... bleh. Still, he turned on the television, hoping to ease the mind numbing void in his brain. Flicking through the endless channels, he caught on one film that had only just started. Shaun of The Dead. He sat up and watched, curious. He sniggered slightly. What was going on? He never enjoyed movies. But this... this was different. It made him laugh. No film ever made him laugh. Suddenly he blinked. There were zombies. Nice touch. What was this film? A Zom... RomCom? Whilst deliberating this fact, he saw something that startled him. Was that John? And... Molly? He looked harder. It was! John Watson and Molly Hooper. In a Zombie film. Together. That surprised him. He didn't know John acted. Or Molly. He didn't even know they knew each other outside of work. The film must have been a few years old. How strange. For another hour, Sherlock watched the film until it ended. It struck him suddenly that it was eleven o'clock. There was a movement at the door. He knew zombies weren't real but it didn't stop him picking up John's discarded cane and holding it over his chest defensively. The door opened. John stood there, holding his coat over one arm. He raised his hands.
"I just saw you in a..." The flat mates said in synchronization. "Movie." They both finished eyes wide. John spoke first.
"Which one?" He asked, looking confused. "I'm not an actor. I've never been in a film."
Sherlock looked equally confused. "Me neither. You were in Shaun of The Dead. And Molly surprisingly. You were her boyfriend. Tim, I think."
"That's weird..." John said, bemused. "I don't remember that. You texted Molly?" Sherlock shook his head. "No but I will. What film was I supposedly in?" He asked, curious. John laughed. Sherlock looked confused.
"You were in... The Other Boleyn Girl." Sherlock's silver eyes went wide. "No I wasn't." John sniggered again.
"Yes you were. And there were... frills." Sherlock looked horrified. He handed John the cane and sat down on the sofa. John sat next to him. They were both silent.
"We never speak of this. Ever again." Sherlock commanded. John nodded.
"Sherlock?"
"Yeah?"
"Stick a film on."