Day 4: Locked Phones
On the fourth day of SuperWholock the fandom gave to me, four locked phones, three awesome rides, two food obsessions, and our OTPs crying cause they're dead
Five people sat at a table. Various piles of phones in various states of being disabled lay between them. An iPhone with five minutes and 31 seconds left, an android phone with that lock with the picture and the little dots. Sherlock had the most success at unlocking them, going at a rate of two phones an hour. Now, this may not seem like much, but they had to unlock the phones with information gleaned from case files, with a limited amount of tries, and then search for clues or evidence or something from within it. (Something about having to go through all the mobile phones of a crowd of witnesses was all that was explained when they asked.) It's already been about seven hours, so he had about 17 in front of him, the extra three from John. Next was the Doctor, using his sonic screwdriver to go through the possible passwords, and he had 11. And last, were the Winchesters.
Clocking in at an impressive (sarcasm here) three between the both of them, the brothers didn't have much skill at guessing passwords. Huffing frustratedly, Sam put down the mobile that he had just locked for another half-hour and picked up on that had about four minutes left on the auto-disable.
"How do you do that?!" Dean said exasperatedly as another phone clattered down after a thorough searching, via Sherlock.
"Well if you would just think, maybe you would actually be successful for once. I can tell you're mostly based on luck anyway. But since you are incapable of anything else, you should just shut up and remain in your current position contentedly."
John massaged his temple, "Not again…" he muttered.
"You are such a prick, man. Just because we aren't as smart as you doesn't make us freaks!" Dean smirked, 'finally stumped the guy, eh?' he thought to himself. However, his smirk dissipated when he saw Sherlock looking at him. Just… looking at him, with a gaze that could burn a hole in your soul. 'what the hell…'
"Who fancies a ride in the TARDIS? We'll make it to Mars this time, I promise!" the Doctor bounced up jauntily, "come along, Winchesters."
"What was that all about, Dean?" Sam asked accusingly once they were safely stowed away in the TARDIS. Even though they had been in it plenty of times already, it never ceased to amaze him and he gazed around idly. Dean rubbed a hand over his face, "Cheek bones seemed shaken up."
The Doctor shook his head, "Not shaken up, no, not much fazes him. Just… confused. You know" he waved his hand around idly to further his point. They didn't know.
"You've seen him. Brutally honest, always proving people wrong," he leaned back on the console thoughtfully, "And intelligent. Too intelligent. They call him a freak."
And that's when it hit him. Both of them, actually. "Ooooh" they breathed. For the first time he wasn't offended, he just didn't understand why they would be the freaks and not him. Humans do have an amazing capacity for empathy, and it always surprised the alien when they showed it so willingly. They thanked the Doctor and left the TARDIS, enlightened and chatting quietly.
It occurred to the Doctor that Sherlock was similar to the locked phones that were assigned to Sam and Dean. Locked to guard his deepest secrets and little bits of happy. And they really were terrible at unlocking them, but eventually they'll find a clue. They might be locked out now, but over time things will get better.
Sherlock popped his head in. "Doctor, won't you come back in?"
A bit longer, as promised. Let's not address the late part. Pretend you just forgot to read it until now. Who's actually following this anyway? Please R&R no flames, Zach Jones not welcome.