A.N: Hi again! Thought I'd give this a go, thanks indiagold for the idea! Thanks for reading : )

After the failed attempt at playing Cluedo, John vowed to never play another board game with Sherlock ever again. He was sure that, when Sherlock next became bored, he would have a much better plan ready.

But he wasn't expecting the boredom to come so soon.

It was a Wednesday evening, and John had been at work all day. He decided to stop by the Tescos near Baker Street but avoided the lethal self checkouts that he'd previously fallen out with. John picked up some custard creams and another pack of tea bags before paying and exiting the shop.

John's phone vibrated in his pocket as he left the shop; he sighed and fished the thing from his pocket, glancing at the screen.

From: Sherlock

Message: Milk. -SH

Allowing himself a sound of complete irritation - which frightened the old woman walking along the pavement beside him - John turned back to buy the damn milk.

When he finally arrived back at 221B, John sank back into his chair and exhaled in relief. He couldn't see Sherlock - but his coat was hung up, so he was probably still in the flat. Sherlock never could resist a chance to use his dramatic flair when he went out.

Bang! Bang!

'Damn it all,' John muttered under his breath, before heaving himself up out of his armchair. 'Sherlock!' he yelled, a little sharper than necessary. 'What the bloody hell are you-'

He stopped as he entered his bedroom. Sherlock was sat on the bed - he'd shot a hole in the wall, but the gun had been discarded on the floor. Confused, John looked to see what Sherlock had found to entertain himself.

'What's this?' Sherlock demanded.

In his hands, was a board game. It was new; Harry had passed it on when she decided to move flats. The game was 'Guess Who?' and John hadn't had a chance to give it to a charity shop yet.

'It's a board game,' John said, using the tone that he reserved for Sherlock's childishly curious moments. 'People sometimes play them when they're bored. And sometimes when they're not bored.'

'I'm bored,' Sherlock said.

'I'm not playing Guess Who with you,' John told him. After Cluedo... Well, he'd rather stick his head down the toilet bowl, to be blunt.

'Why?' Sherlock asked, his voice challenging as he quirked an eyebrow.

'Cluedo,' John replied, unwavering. 'I'm not going through that again.'

'John,' Sherlock said. It was almost like a whine, except his voice still maintained a deep tone.

'No, Sherlock.'

Sherlock sighed in irritation and took the game with him as he exited the room. John felt like punching a wall for a moment, before thinking better of it as he disabled his Browning and sat down on his bed.

There was a light clatter from the other room.

'John!' Sherlock yelled. 'I think it's broken.'

'Damn it all,' John muttered to himself, exiting the room and slamming the door behind him.

Sherlock examined his character card carefully, his eyes skimming the cartoon face. A blue board was sat in front of him on the coffee table. The room seemed tense; like the game was some big competition.

John, looking miserable, had the red board. He also had a character card in one hand, concealing it carefully so that he couldn't deduce what character it was.

'Is it male or female?' John asked.

'Male,' Sherlock replied tightly. John flipped down the cards on his board patiently, each one making a satisfying 'click' against the plastic.

'Your turn,' John commented.

'Is it Sarah?' Sherlock demanded eagerly, apparently convinced that he'd won already.

'Nope,' John replied.

Sherlock looked disappointed; the expression looked wrong on the consulting detective's face.

'But it must be,' he said.

'But it's not,' John replied. He could sense another Cluedo arguement coming on.

'Maria?' Sherlock quipped.

'It's my turn,' John replied. 'Does he have facial hair?'

'No,' Sherlock responded quickly.

John flicked down several more cards, the sound echoing in the quiet.

'Is it Maria?' Sherlock demanded, before John had finished.

'No,' John said, feeling oddly smug.

Sherlock seemed to hiss to himself, clenching his fists. John raised his eyebrows at the consulting detective.

'Does he have glasses?' John asked.

'No,' Sherlock replied grudgingly. 'Is it Andy?' Sherlock continued.

'No,' John said. 'Sherlock, I don't think you've got the idea of the game... You're meant to...'

'But that's boring!' Sherlock interrupted. 'Your turn.'

'Is it Eric?' John asked.

Sherlock froze. The card in his hand crumpled in his fist.

'What?' he asked.

'Is it Eric?' John said again.

Sherlock threw down the card in his hand and stormed out of the room, pausing only to grab his coat on the way out.

'Well that was tedious,' John mused to himself.

A.N: Feel free to drop me a review, if you like! Thanks again : )

And any requests, if you have any game ideas for Sherlock and John to play. : )