Chapter 4
"Give me your laptop!"
"What? No. Sherlock, I'm working."
"Yes, yes I understand you need that hobby of yours but you can't really call it work, now can you? Hand it over!"
John looked up and rolled his eyes. "No. What's wrong with yours? Is it upstairs again?"
"No, but it isn't really functional at the moment."
John frowned. He'd seen Sherlock type away at his laptop a mere half an hour ago. "What did you do?"
"You always assume that it was I who did something!" Sherlock looked indignant and flopped down on the sofa. "It is a technical device John, they break. It's what they are supposed to do after some time, how else would the manufacturer ever make any profit." He raised an eyebrow. "Really, I would think you'd at least grasp that basic economic concept."
John's curiosity awoke. Sherlock was steering from the original subject, and that meant one thing: He'd done something he wasn't comfortable admitting to John. "So If I went upstairs and got your laptop I would find it functionless on your desk without you having done something to it?"
Sherlock crossed his arms and stared at him. "Yes!" He looked like a child that was about to be busted for something and John found it worth to investigate.
John got up and made his way upstairs. Sure enough the laptop was on Sherlock's desk and its malfunction might even be described as a mechanical failure. However it was most certainly Sherlock induced. The laptop looked like it had been thrown out of the window, at least twice. John carefully plucked a rose twig out of the device. If he didn't already do it, Mrs. Hudson would most likely kill Sherlock (or refuse to bring biscuits with the tea) when she found out what had happened to her beloved flowers.
John shook his head, he'd been living with Sherlock for a while now and he still couldn't understand how the consulting detective had so little respect for the items in his possession, or for that fact, in anyone's possession.
John was on his way to go and scold Sherlock for lying to him when he heard a loud crash. He went white as a ghost when realization hit him and he ran downstairs, right in time to see Sherlock staring out of the window. "What the hell did you do?"
Sherlock swirled around, his blue robe billowing behind him. He tried to look innocent but it really didn't work well.
John roughly pushed him aside and stared out of the window. His laptop was lying in the midst of Mrs. Hudson's tulips. The device looked very broken, judging by the weird angle of the display. The doctor breathed hard, trying to quell his rising anger. He turned to Sherlock and looked at him murderously.
Sherlock put his hands up defensively and stepped back. "Don't worry; look I removed the hard drive first." He held the hard drive up and smiled lopsidedly. "See? It is unharmed, and it's not like we can't buy a new laptop. I really had to know how much the shell helps to keep the components inside safe." He held the hard drive up. "Then anyway, I doubt you had something important on there, last time I checked there was hardly anything else than nak…"
He was rudely interrupted when John snatched the hard drive back and put it on the table. His eyes glowed furiously and Sherlock took one step back, regarding John carefully. "What?"
John kept breathing to calm himself down. Sherlock had that uncanny ability of pushing him right past the last remnants of his patience.
Sherlock started fidgeting. He had never been good at dealing with something hanging over his head, something he couldn't quite identify. He knew that John was angry and that some kind of disciplinary measure would follow, that was quite obvious. But he couldn't tell what John was going to do and that irked him. He hated not knowing.
"Get in the corner!"
"What? No!"
"I mean it Sherlock, get in the corner."
"You can't do that to me. I am an adult for god's sake, not a little child."
John actually had to laugh. "Then stop behaving like one, god dammit. Do I have to march you over there?"
Sherlock looked at him defiantly. John sighed and decided to act. He grabbed his upper arm and marched him right in the corner; Sherlock's resistance was no match for the former army doctor. "Now, I want you to think about what you have done. You cannot simply take what you want if it isn't yours. I still have hope to get that into your thick skull."
"You have no right to treat me this way!" Sherlock told the wall.
John smiled, sat down and poured himself some tea. "I don't want to hear a word from you."
Sherlock hadn't been inspecting the wall for more than ten minutes before they could hear Mrs. Hudson approaching.
"Boys? Do you know what happened to my flowers? It looks like an elephant horde has trampled over them while I was out buying groceries and…" She stopped midsentence when she entered the flat. "John?"
John turned to the consulting detective. "Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked at the wall. "Mrs. Hudson."
John growled silently.
"What?" Sherlock still stared at the wall. "I thought we were just calling names."
"Right you were. Do you want me to confiscate your phone too?"
Sherlock huffed. "I dropped a laptop on your flowers Mrs. Hudson, I'm sorry." It sounded much rehearsed but Mrs. Hudson seemed content with the explanation.
A/N.: So, I hope you liked it. If you did, please leave me a review, they keep me going and they make me really happy!
