A Day in the Life of John Watson.
By Marketeer Bubbles
A/N: I own nothing
This is a diarized look at what Doctor John Watson, flat mate and best friend of Sherlock Holmes, does in the average day.
12am:
"You okay Sherlock?"
"Fine, lets go before Lestrade tried to get statements"
"You where just soccer punched Sherlock, chances are, you are not fine"
"Really John, you worry to much"
"Well excuse me for caring you great git, anyway, here comes Greg, if we are going, we'd better do so" pointing out the approaching figure from behind Sherlock.
Sherlock turned around and sighed inaudibly.
"Bother, we'll be in tomorrow for paper work Lestrade, we just did your job for you, its your turn, good Morning" he turned and started walking towards the road.
With a knowing look shared with the detective inspector, John turned and followed his friend.
12:45 am:
"Would you look at what that goop did to my shoes? Seriously! Theses are the only running shoes, which are not work shoes that I own! I'll have to go shopping"
"Oh stop whinging John"
"Thanks Sherlock, really, keep the ice on that bruise and the violin on mute, I have work in five hours."
3:07am:
"SHERLOCK!"
3:15am:
"If you don't want your skull donated to the med school, then shut it, I have to be up for work in two hours, and you prove I'm serious, I'm taking the skull as hostage"
Stormed up the stairs, and slammed his bedroom door.
5:45am:
"Sherlock, have you seen my work shoes?"
"Hmm? No, why would I have?"
"I don't know, usually when things go missing, I've learnt that its best to ask you first is all."
Continues looking
5:47am:
"SHERLOCK! WHY ARE MY ONLY WORK SHOES A GOOPY MESS IN THE LAUNDRY?"
"The case John"
"What case?"
"Last nights, I needed further analysis for my blog"
"So you took my work shoes instead of a pair of your own"
"I needed the comparison in rubber soles to leather, my own shoes where un affected last night, thus leading me to believe that it was a rubber eating substance, as it turns out, I was correct, I'll need to run further testes to find out all the goops properties of course"
"Of course, but WHY my work shoes, you KNOW I only have three, now one, pair of shoes. I cannot wear combat boots to work"
10am:
"Why are you wearing boots in my clinic John?"
"Sorry Sarah, Sherlock happened"
"I should have guessed, well go get new shoes before your next shift"
"Of course"
4pm:
6 sick infants
3 ill children
4 teenagers, 2 just trying to get out of school
5 adults
Lestrade
4 retirees
And 20 Sherlock related text messages later and it is time to head home, going via the shoe shop.
4:30pm:
Empty house, equaling peace and quiet for a bit.
5:05pm:
Bloodied Sherlock, carrying a katana and an esky breeze through the door
5:10pm:
Can hear the shower going
5:25pm:
Mrs Hudson pops in for a cup of tea and to share her fresh batch of apple scrolls
6:30pm
"Chinese?"
"Please"
"Come on then Sherlock, lets go, I feel like eating out"
They leave
"You did get some sleep today, right?"
"No, it was and is unessarsary"
"Oh"
7pm:
Being held up at Chinese restaurant by gang members wanting their protection money
7:15pm:
Gang members disabled and under arrest.
7:16pm
Lestrade and team arrive
7:20pm
"Your meal tonight is free gentlemen and 50% off every other time, thank you!"
8pm:
Mycroft arrives at the flat
8:10pm:
Mycroft leaves flat
8:15pm
"I'm going to bed John, do be quiet please"
"Good night Sherlock"