Sorry I haven't worked on this in a while… it's been a little hectic and I totally forgot all about this! My bad!
I'll be updating the daemon!verse after this, so if you've been paying attention to that, it's happening.
I'm really bad at updating, so you guys have to yell at me, okay? If you want to see something continued, get angry! Shout at me! I want to continue stuff but I'm lazy, and if I don't get an idea on my own I'll just neglect the story and that's sad. My beta's helping me with this, though! (Her name's Clara Prinn, and she's really nice and helpful. J)
I've read back over my stuff from the beginning, and I'd like to think I've made real progress in my writing. Makes me all bashful… *rubs head and blushes*
Anyway, I've been rambling! Continuing on!
John's exasperated. Sherlock refuses to take cases, saying they're "boring" and solving them on the spot (which drives John up a wall, really). Finally, John's forced to take a look at the growing pile of bills in need of payment and decide that one of them has to get a job, and unless someone targets something interesting or commits a crime in an interesting way, it's not going to be Sherlock. So he tells Sherlock as much and applies at the local hospital.
Sherlock throws a fit before calming down (and John's totally not suspicious of that, not at all) and then grabs a letter off the table, opens it, and declares that they are going to the bank. John is okay with this. He is. Sherlock is leaving the house! This is cause for a party, and the second John thinks this, he smacks his forehead with an open palm. Goodness, the levels he has sunk to for this man.
They visit a man whom Sherlock lies to, blatantly, and whom John must hold himself back bodily from smacking some respect and sense into (it's a painful sort of restraint). This, however, doesn't stop him from being amazed with Sherlock's wit and deductive skill yet again, and he finds himself calling it wonderful.
This is not before Sherlock plays a game of duck and cover between the desks, earning himself dumbfounded looks (which he ignores, of course) and leaving John to snatch the check out of the banker's hand. "Bills and such, you know."
John is ready for conventional work to begin, or at least for Sherlock to stop making himself look like a crazy dodo in public. Either one's fine, really.
Sorry this is sort of rushed, I was in a hurry. Promise to do better on the next chapters of this and the daemon AU. Please don't throw tomatoes?