A./N Really short one today. Another 5 minute stint.
Um, I don't know if it helps but I was listening to "Someday"by All 4 One when I wrote this (from Hunchback!).
This was really fun to write.
"You never forget that sound. The first thing you hear is the click; it's your foot priming the landmine. As soon as you hear it, it's over. But your mind goes crazy, you know. You're thinking, "Maybe if I jump," or, "Maybe I can find a rock to match my weight..."But there's nothing you can do. You hear the click, and that's it."
221B was suffering a fortnight long dry spell (case-wise) and as such, after having his third break up in four months, he felt perfectly justified in taking the remote from the top of the telly, inserting a disc into the player and and plonking onto the lounge in front of it (Sherlock's) and began to watch the movie.
Repeatedly.
So at two in the morning of day three of mouthing along to "Beyond Borders" Sherlock walked into the lounge room to find that his flatmate had not otherwise moved in at least eight hours; since the last time he's set eyes on him and swiftly proceeded to turn off the offending contraption.
"For God's sake, John! What is your obsession with this movie? It-"
John stopped him in his tracks before he could continue his tirade any further. "Look," he protested, "You have literally ruined all my other favourite movies - you've completely destroyed the James Bond franchise for me. Just.. let me have this one. Please."
For a moment, Sherlock said nothing, appearing to mull over John's words. He turned the movie back on and started it at the beginning. He walked up to John and dropped suddenly in front of him. He turned and settled at John's feet, leaning against his legs.
"Sherlock?"John inquired.
Sherlock pressed play and snorted. "Quiet John,"he said, settling his head against John's knees. "We're watching a movie."