Another short one. Nothing much to say. Enjoy.
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ThePro-LifeCatholic
Guess what we still don't own? BBC Sherlock, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings. Shocking, right?
Sherlock decided to send his flat-mate home. Have Mary put ice on his head or something.
It wasn't too long before Sherlock managed to successfully (and brilliantly) solve the case. Again. And a week had passed since John's…encounter with the bear-skin rug. Surely, he'd be ready to solve a mystery now.
At least, that's what Sherlock had assumed as he marched up to Mary and John's house. He rang the doorbell and stepped back, rocking on his heels, waiting for someone to answer the door. There was a "click" as the door was unlocked, and John Watson greeted the detective.
"Hi, Sherlock," he said, sounding and acting like his usual self.
"Hello, John," Sherlock replied. He examined his friend, taking in every detail (late lunch, just got back from biking and a shower). Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"Care to join me on a case? Lestrade just called, and-"
"No!" John cut adamantly into Sherlock's sentence. "No; we'll not be having any adventures around here, thank you very much!" The army doctor backed into the house. "Good morning!" With this hasty farewell, John slammed the door in Sherlock's face.
"But it's…afternoon…" was all Sherlock could think to say.
I feel so bad for Sherlock. He's just eternally confused in this fic. My, how the tables have turned...