** Hello Earthlings! Eheh, another chapter is up like I promised! Hope you enjoy it! Don't be afraid to give me ideas and tell me whether it was good or bad :) Like I said a couple of chapters ago, stay tuned because some exciting parts are up in a couple more chapters! Stay Awesome -Me And The Time Vortex**
'Get used to what?' Sherlock asked John, finally taking his eyes off the screen.
'Your rudeness,' John answered.
Sherlock looked confused. 'I'm not rude.' He said.
'Yes you are,'
'No I'm not John,' He raised his voice slightly.
'Okay then, whatever you want,' John gave in. Sherlock growled and turned his attention to the laptop once again.
'Child,' John whispered and only I could just about hear it. I smiled and sat down on the settee. It was oddly comfortable and the material was a bit too rough. Just as I was about to sip my tea and finally relax, Sherlock jumped out of his seat and went to the far corner to put his scarf and long coat on. The usual attire.
'Where are you going?' John asked, walking from the kitchen to the living room.
'Westminster Boating Base, you coming?' He called out to John as he walked down the stairs. I stood up and looked at John.
He looked at me and shouted down the stairs, 'Yes!'.
He shot me a smile and put on his coat and walked down the stairs. I followed him quickly, not wanting to fall behind. Outside the door, a taxi had already been summoned and Sherlock was getting into the cab. I closed the door of 221B and walked quickly to the taxi. Once I got in, the taxi started to drive and awkward silence filled the taxi.
'So how long have you been in training?' John asked me, breaking the silence. Sherlock did not move.
'6 months,' I answer back quickly.
'And has it been treating you well?'
I thought about that. Obviously the whole thing has contributed to finding the Doctor but I didn't want John to know that. 'Lots of long and busy days,' I say.
'Yeah, that happens,' John said, looking at Sherlock deliberately.
Again, the awkward silence fills the cab and I thought it was my turn to break the silence.
'So Sherlock, you have a website, The Science of Deduction, am I right?' I ask Sherlock.
He looked at me and answered, 'Yes,'
'What do you post on it?'
He looked at me with curiosity and immediately I felt dumb. He obviously doesn't get asked questions like a normal human does.
'I don't go on it much anymore,' He answered back. He only said short answers. He doesn't want me to talk to him.
'And Mr. Watson, you have a blog too?' I asked him.
'Yes, I do, I normally post about the cases me and Sherlock do together. Call me John by the way,'
'Yes, I read them. They are quite fascinating,'
'Thank you,' John smiles.
'Westminster Boat Base you say?' The cabbie asked.
'Yes,' Sherlock said.