Careless - A little drabble, reminding us just why sometimes they don't like each other very much.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, still not mine. Just borrowed.
"We are in the middle of a case, John. It is thoroughly irresponsible to leave now." It was phrased calmly and sensibly. A cold opinion put forward in a cold voice.
"She needs me."
"What did she do when you were abroad?"
"She had Clara then," John ran an exasperated hand through his already mussed hair, "She called me, I can't just say no."
"Yes you can." Sherlock had yet to look up from his microscope. He slowly turned a knob and frowned slightly, before twisting it the other way. John knew he wished everything was that easily manipulated. People were something Sherlock could predict, but not always control. "If you don't mind, John, I have more important things to think about right now than your drunkard sister summoning you to extract her from whatever mess she has gotten herself into this time."
John growled and resisted the urge, just, to clap him around the head. It was a sound he had never really made before he met his flatmate, but found becoming more commonplace now. "You don't care at all, do you?"
It was a stupid question. He wished he hadn't voiced it out loud, because he could predict the answer already.
A half-hearted shrug. "Not really, no."
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