Hello lovely readers! I shall soon be back on track, hurray! And all my lovely reviewer people, you are the best! I love you all!

Btw, because I have a strange obsession with numbers, today is the 12/12/12! I'm sure you are all aware of that but this will probably be the last time that any of us shall be alive during a repetative date! I find that really strange.

Anyway, I shall shut up now so you can read.

Prompt from mrspencil- something explodes

"Holmes, what ever are you doing?" Watson asked observing his friend curiously as he moved the furniture about

"Changing things around a bit, is all"

"But why? You liked it how it was,"

"Yes, well..." Holmes said "I have tired of it and would like a change"

Watson raised his eyebrows in disbelief "Really?"

Holmes nodded his head "why else?"

"Are you sure," Watson asked "that is has nothing to do with that small explosion that Mrs Hudson and I heard before? Are you sure that it didn't result in you reorganising the room?"

"I don't know what you are talking about"

"You must have heard it, I think the whole of Baker street heard it."

He shook his head: "Haven't heard a thing,"

"Well that's strange" remarked Watson "but no matter. Holmes, I hope you won't mind, but I would prefer it if we kept the room the way it was."

"But I've already moved everything" whined Holmes

"Fine, I'll move only my chair, that seems fair seeing as it is mine"

Watson moved forward and started to move his chair but Holmes bounded forward, grabbing hold of it and shouting out to stop.

"Watson, don't move that chair!"

"It's my chair! I shall do what I like with it!" Watson retorted tugging the chair forward

"I'm warning you, Watson, don't move it!" Holmes replied pulling it back.

And so ensued a game of tug-a-war with Watson's poor seat.

So engrossed in their game were they that they did not notice Mrs Hudson enter the room.

With a long suffering sigh, she watched as they dragged the chair this way and that, glaring at each over and angrily snapping at the other to yield.

It wasn't until Holmes noticed Mrs Hudson that it stopped.

Watson, taking advantage of Holmes' momentary lapse in concentration, yanked his chair towards him causing Holmes to fall with a yelp.

Jumping up and scowling at Watson, Holmes eyes darted towards the large space on the floor where a large area of Mrs Hudson's carpet should have been.

Spotting the destruction of her precious carpet, Mrs Hudson shrieked and rounded on her two lodgers.

"Watson!" Holmes said quickly "look what you have done? You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"But.."

"No, no excuses!" He said "I believe Mrs Hudson has something to say to you so I shall leave for now,"

And with that he practically ran out of the door before he could face the wrath of Mrs Hudson.

Poor Watson was not so lucky.

"Doctor, how could you?!"

"Mrs Hudson, you don't honestly believe I did this, do you? It was obviously caused by that explosion earlier!"

"I think it much more likely it was caused by that childish game you and Mr Holmes were playing!"

"Mrs Hudson, I..."

"I expect such things from him, doctor, but I would have thought you knew better than to encourage him, and to actually participate! I am shocked, doctor, shocked!"

Watson nodded feeling like a schoolboy being scolded.

"And I expect something to be done about that" she said pointing to the lack of carpet.

"Yes, Mrs Hudson," Watson mumbled

"Good" she snapped and with that sorted she stormed out.

Tidying up the room, Watson had only one thing on his mind.

Woe betide Holmes when he finally returned!

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