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Bugrainbowz: Don't worry, I never said I was going to.
I know this is extremely short sorry.
Ryan was sitting in the lower flat finishing up some homework when he heard gunshots from upstairs. He hopped out of his chair and ran up as John came home and did the same.
"What the hell are you doing?" John shouted removing his fingers from his ears. Ryan came in behind him and saw Sherlock sitting in his chair, his legs extended and crossed at the ankles, holding a gun. He was in pajamas with his blue robe on.
"Bored." He said quietly not looking at them.
"What?" John asked leaning forward.
"Bored!" Sherlock said louder standing up.
"No." John said as he and Ryan quickly covering their ears as Sherlock raised the gun towards a yellow smiley face on the wall. Sherlock fired once into the wall.
"Bored." He put his arm behind his back and fired again. "Bored!" He shook out his hand and John went and took the gun away from him; unloading it. Sherlock started to walk over to the couch. "I don't know what's got into the criminal classes." John walked over to the desk and put the gun away. "Good job I'm not one of them."
"So you take it out on the wall?" John asked. Ryan walked over to the table and picked up the can of yellow spray paint.
"Oh the wall had it coming." Sherlock said flicking a piece of the wall. He whipped his robe around him and plopped onto the couch.
"What about that Russian case?" John said taking off his coat. Sherlock moved up on the couch.
"Belarus- open and shut domestic murder. Not worth my time."
"Oh shame." John said walking into the kitchen. Apparently while he was gone Sherlock had made quite a mess of his science things on the table for John stopped suddenly and raised his arms. Ryan smiled and held in a chuckle. "Anything in?" John called to him. "I'm starving." Ryan heard him open the fridge then closed it again. "Oh…" Ryan walked into the kitchen archway and saw John open the fridge again, look at the head inside then close it again. "There's a head." He whispered. "A severed head." He said louder turning towards the living room. Ryan's eyes lit up and he tried to push past John. "No no no, you don't need to see that." John said holding the door closed. Ryan pouted.
"Just tea for me, thanks." Sherlock said calmly.
"There's a head in the fridge." John said.
"Yes?" Sherlock said as if saying 'what about it?'
"A bloody head!" John said walking into the living room. He looked back and saw Ryan looking in the fridge. "Oh great."
"Where else was I supposed to put it? You don't mind, do you?" Sherlock asked.
"Well…"
"I got it from Bart's morgue." Sherlock inhaled sharply. "I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death." John sighed and Ryan walked in the room past him. Ryan glanced up at him before sitting down in Sherlock's chair. Sherlock glanced at him but didn't say anything about it. "I see you've written up that taxi driver case." Sherlock said to John.
"Yeah..yes." John said walking over to sit in his chair.
"'A Study In Pink'- nice."
"Well, you know, pink lady, pink case, pink phone- there was a lot of pink."
"Did you like it?" John asked Sherlock, who was now looking at a book that was on the table.
"Um.." He dragged out the word. "No."
"Why not? I thought you'd be flattered."
"Flattered?" Sherlock said putting down the book. "'Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible thought is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.'" Sherlock quoted.
"-Now hang on a minute, I didn't mean it like th.."
"Oh you meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way? Look, it doesn't matter to me who's prime minister or who's sleeping with who.."
"Or that the earth goes around the sun." John said.
"Oh God, that again." Sherlock muttered. "It's not important."
"Not important?" John shifted in his chair. "It's primary school stuff. How could you not know that?" Sherlock rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes.
"Well, if I've ever did, I've deleted it."
"Deleted it?" Sherlock sat up and put the book he was holding on the table.
"Listen, this" He said point to his head "is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put thing in there that are useful, really useful." He waved his hand as if dismissing an idea. "Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish and that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?" He asked looking to John who was quiet for a moment.
"But it's the solar system!" John insisted. Sherlock groaned.
"Oh hell, what does that matter? So we go around the sun! If we went around the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn't make any difference." Ryan let out an airy laugh. "All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots." He said rubbing his head with both hands. "Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting our opinions on the world." He said before turning over and curling into a 'ball' on the couch, facing the wall. John glanced at Ryan who shrugged and gave him a small smile. The sound of the front door opening indicated Mrs. Hudson was home. John suddenly got up and walked across the room. Hearing him, Sherlock turned to look at him. "Where are you going?"
"Out." He said pulling on his coat. "I need some air." He walked out. "Excuse me. Sorry." He said as he apparently bumped into Mrs. Hudson.
"I'm sorry, love." She said with a small laugh. She walked over to the open door and knocked. "hoo hoo." She looked over at Ryan and he smiled with a small wave. She smiled back before looking to Sherlock who had stretched out. "You two had a little domestic?" She asked walking into the kitchen. Sherlock got up and stepped on and over the table. Ryan frowned at him. Sherlock glanced at him before walking over to the window. Mrs. Hudson put some bags down. Ryan got up and went into the kitchen to help her put a few things away. She smiled at him. "Such a good boy." She said patting his head. "It's a bit nippy out there. He should have wrapped himself up a bit more." Sherlock pulled back the curtain and look out at John leaving.
"Look at that." Sherlock said. "Quiet, calm, peaceful." He was silent for a second. "Isn't it hateful?"
"Oh, I'm sure something will come up, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said. "A nice murder, that'll cheer you up." She said leaving the kitchen. Ryan followed after her stopping in the middle of the room.
"Can't come too soon." He said quietly. Just then she noticed the wall. Ryan bit his lip to hold back a smile.
"Hey, what have you done to my bloody wall? I'm putting this on your rent young man." She said before leaving the room. Sherlock looked at Ryan who was grinning. A smirk tugged at Sherlock's lips and he sighed. Suddenly and explosion made the windows blow in and sent Sherlock and Ryan flying to the floor.
