AN: Written for the wonderful ladies over at the Kitchen. I own nothing. Unbetaed, because I am lazy. So I ask for any spelling mistakes to be pointed out. Thank you :D


"Sherk!" John called, trying to contain his grin.

Sherlock looked up confused, then glared at John. He'd been calling him "Sherk Herlmes" ever since the Irene Incident, and had refused to tell him why.

At Sherlock's look, John started snickering. Realizing what he was doing, he placed a hand over his mouth.

"What?" Sherlock asked angrily, still flopped on the couch.

"Do you really want to know why I'm calling you that?" John asked, barely containing his giggles.

"Yes! It can't be that ridiculous!" Sherlock pouted at John.

"That's what you said your name was at the hospital," he laughed.