A few days after Christmas, John was still a bit midfed at Sherlock for running Jeanette off. As always he was analyzing the event. Pointlessly trying to discover a way to have saved the situation. There wasn't one. One phrase continued to bounce around inside his head. Relentlessly.
The Speckled one. Honsestly! Her name was Annie for christs sakes.
The Speckled one.
And he complained about the names John gave his cases!
The Speckled one.
"Sarah," He yelled suddenly. She was the Blond one. "Abigail!" The one with the nose. "ANNIE!" The Speckled one. "Jeanette!" The boring school teacher.
Sherlock looked up from his reading. "Are you done?"
"Is it really too much to ask you to not-." He scrubbed his hand down his face and murmured, "The Speckled one. The one with the nose. Boring school teacher!"
"Yes." He said without any hint of remorse. "Because that would require me to care."
"The Speckled one!" He said emphasizing with his hands. "And you said it to her face!"
With a bored expression Sherlock said, "Yes and you punched me, remember?"
"And I might do it again! She left our flat in tears! Do you have any idea how you made her feel? She had a slight case of eczema and she was no doubt aware of it. She was humiliated. And Jeanette slapped me! How can you not understand!" John huffed. "You're so daft!"
Reflexively Sherlocks eyes swept over John."You skipped lunch. Instead you had snacks from the vending machine in the surgery. Harry called half an hour ago, drunk if your elevated stress levels are any indication. The sock on your right foot has a hole in the big toe. You are wriggling right now. Don't be stupid John. I'm not daft. I just don't care about your girl friends or their feelings."
John was too furious to answer, so stupidly, Sherlock continued.
"And it wasn't eczema. You're a doctor. You know eczema is common around the hands, face, arms and feet. Not so often found on the hind end." Sherlock said with a mild eyebrow raise.
His face growing steadily redder and his fists cleanched John stood. "Right. Yes, well-."
"Considering it was not eczema- as you are so reluctant to see you could have caught it yourself. So really you should thank me."
"Thank you!?" John demanded.
Looking back down at his work Sherlock was halfway through a curt, "You're welcome." when Johns fist connected with his nose.
Yeah...some plot bunnies should probably be ignored. What? You think it's odd that I would give his girlfriend a familiar sounding name? Well I also gave her ass acne so hush up. I actually know nothing about eczema. A friend of mime has it, but I know I'm no expert. Have mercy on my soul or whatever. As always~ Critique is welcomed!
