Not Worth His Time

by B A Cucumber

Proof-read. A new case brings back long-forgotten haunts. After all, there is a story behind how Sherlock became Sherlock. Anyway, I don't own Sherlock Holmes or any other characters in this story. They're all Doyle's and the BBC's. Warning: will turn gruesome! M for hardcore and violence.

11. John Hears Voices

John came to and rubbed his eyes. He must have fallen asleep over dinner. How strange. He looked around and found Sherlock gone. Certainly. He wouldn't want to sit with a sleeping man. The doctor yawned and stretched his arms. Dinner had been nice. Mrs. Hudson really was a sweetheart. She just always knew how to humour the boys. Especially on a day like this. Damp and cloudy. And as if that wasn't enough, Sherlock had been dragging him through the sewers in search of a hot scent. He'd felt more like hot chocolate, and when they finally turned in, dinner was waiting for them. So they had eaten. Yes, Sherlock had eaten! And they'd had lots of wine. And they'd talked. About anything and everything.

John smiled to himself. Actually, it had been a bit like a date. Except that it had been him and Sherlock. So it had not been a date. Obviously.

The flat was quiet, and just when John was about to push back his chair, he heard voices.