The Fobwatch
I will try and finish my other stories but I just had to start on this. Please review and enjoy!
John Watson trudged up the stairs lugging the shopping bags to the door. He entered to see Sherlock, as he had been when he left, sitting back on the armchair reading a book intently. He hadn't moved; not an inch.
"It wouldn't hurt to go out once in a while, you know, instead of me all the time," John sighed as he laid down the supplies and flopping into the chair opposite his flatmate.
"Shopping's boring," was Sherlock's only short reply. During the deafening awkward silence John's eyes wandered around the room. He had only been living in the flat a few days and hadn't had much time to actually look around. Suddenly his eyesight halted. On the shelf quite near Sherlock's now-retrieved skull sat an old-fashioned dusty watch. It was a mundane item, but for some reason John felt drawn towards it. He got up, seemingly unnoticed by Sherlock, and strolled over to the shelf.
"Sherlock?"
"What?" asked Sherlock in his usual bored tone still looking into the book. John picked up the watch turning it in his hands.
"What's this?"
"I told you it's my skull-"
"Not that," Sherlock turned in his seat to face John who held up the watch. Sherlock frowned and slowly rose and made his way until he was a little less than a foot from John. For the first time he had seen him, John saw that Sherlock was genuinely puzzled and…confused? He took the watch from John's hand and stared at it as if hypnotised, inspecting it closely.
"…Just an old Fobwatch." He finally said breaking the slightly tense silence. It was John's turn to look confused.
"What…just that?"
"What do you mean 'just that'?"
"Well…no long explanation, nothing like that?" John gazed at Sherlock who scowled first at John then the watch.
"…I'm not getting anything else," he finally admitted. After a brief pause Sherlock suddenly grabbed his coat and scarf.
"Wait where are you going?" John asked, quite annoyed by this.
"I um…I need to go…the hospital to Molly…bye." With a short nod Sherlock slammed the door. John just stood awkwardly still holding the Fobwatch. He shook his head. Something was wrong. It was like Sherlock couldn't actually see the watch, like he didn't…want to. John took his coat; something was up and he was going to find out what.
Sorry it's short; I'm just trying it out. I haven't completely decided if he could be the Doctor or the Master. Suggestions are welcome thanks.