January 12, 2012

Twenty-four by Switchfoot, 4:52 (Sherlock)

Twenty-four. Sherlock notices John left. He closes his mouth and resumes his sonata.

Twenty-one. Sherlock becomes irritated with John's absence. He sends him an angry text. Where the hell are you? SH

Twenty. To Lestrade: Have you heard from John? SH

Seventeen. Sherlock paces the sidewalk as Lestrade watches. His eyes are wild, his gestures dramatic as he tries to remember John's words.

Fourteen. To Sherlock: At Chiltern. Hostage. Plz com

Thirteen. Sherlock finds Chiltern through John's GPS phone.

Twelve. Sherlock singlehandedly disarms Jack Woodley and rescues hysterical Violet and unconscious John.

One. Sherlock peeks into John's bedroom and sighs. He's still there.

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The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars, 3:11 (John)

"Bored. Bored. Booored."

Slamming his mug on the desk, John turned to glare at his flatmate. "Then why don't you get up and do something?" he growled.

Sherlock lazily rolled his head and glowered beneath hooded lids. "What is there to do?" he moaned. "London is perfectly peaceful. It's perfectly wretched."

John rolled his eyes. "You could always go commit crimes yourself. Don't," he added when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock glancing up with interest. He flopped into the sofa again.

"You're no fun," he muttered. Shaking his head, John chucked a pillow at him.

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