A/N: Okay Okay I know you hate us and we are terrible. Yes it has been six months (exactly) and we have no excuses as to why we haven't updated. The only excuse I can really come up with is the fact that Liesl and I are very lazy and not motivated enough to do anything other than scroll through tumblr during high school was here and we kind of died a little bit on the inside you know the usual. Anyways you want your chapter that you have waited six months for I know. Here nerds. Have it.
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I pace back and forth across the living room, John's eyes following my every movement.
"How much was stolen?" I ask.
"1.5 million," John responded lazily.
"Really? Only 1.5 million? What kind of criminals are willing to risk jail time only to get 1.5 million? They could've done better. It's hardly anything."
"Sherlock, not all of us think about robbing a bank," John chuckled.
"Really? How boring. Life must be terrible if you don't actively think about robbing a bank."
"You haven't robbed a bank, right?" Honestly John I would never.
"Of course not John. I can't believe you think so little of me."
"Haha. Let's just get back to the case."
"Okay. Their faces? Did anyone see their faces?"
"No. The report says they were wearing masks."
"Don't tell me they were clown masks."
"They were."
"Seriously? Lestrade called me for this? This is child's play." John looked at me questioningly. Oh please, don't look at me like that. You know I'm practically a genius.
"So, shall we go deliver my findings to Lestrade?" I asked happily.
"Are you really that oblivious to the weather?"
"What do you mean?"
"There's a blizzard going on. We can't leave the flat." I glare at John. No, that can't be true. I would've noticed if a blizzard was happening. I walk to the window and pull the curtain aside. He was right. Snow fell harshly and blanketed the streets.
"Of course there's a bloody blizzard going on when I've just solved a case. When did it start?"
"This morning, not long after I arrived with the files."
"What? How am I going to pass along my knowledge to Lestrade?"
"Why don't you text him?" He said exasperatedly.
"Because it's easier to annoy him in person."
"You're hopeless."
"Well, What am I supposed to do? Sit here all night and talk to yo-", "Oi!" John sounded hurt, like I just told him I killed a puppy. Why did he have to go and make me feel bad about upsetting him?
"Well, it's true. You never want to talk about exciting things. You just complain about Mary. Which brings me to another topic, why are you here?"
"Can't a friend hang out with another friend on New Years?"
"No, not when the 'friend' in question is me. You're just here to avoid Mary."
"What gave you that idea?"
"The fact that you won't answer my question."
"Fine. I'm trying to avoid Mary. Happy?" No? Yes? Kinda? John you're making my life so much harder.
"Looks like you're stuck here then."
"Are you sure you can handle my boring, human tendencies?" John asked jokingly.
"I'll manage." John smiled and got up from his old chair, moaning as he did so. Jesus John you're killing me here,"Sorry, but my normal brain wants to take a nap."
"And you're telling me this because?"
"You're a prat, you know that right?"
"How could I forget with you reminding me all the time?" John made his way upstairs, only to come back down again about a minute later.
"Sherlock, where is my bed?"
"In the dump."
"What?"
"In the dump. Weren't you listening?"
"Yes, I was listening. I was just hoping I didn't hear you say that my bed is in the dump."
"Sorry, but you heard correctly. Tiny, rabid animals are probably sleeping on it as we speak."
"Thanks for the lovely image, but care to explain why my bed is housing animals?"
"I needed a lab and seeing as you are living with Mary now, I figured you wouldn't mind if I used the space. Apparently, it's unhealthy to have chemicals in a place were food is prepared."
"Well, yes. It is, but didn't you think that maybe you could have used that space for a new flatmate?"
"John, what sane person would want me as a flatmate."
"I feel oddly insulted."
"You know what I meant."
"Yes, but where exactly am I going to sleep tonight?"
"My room."
"Excuse me?" John chokes out.
"I am far less likely to injure myself if I sleep on the couch. Plus, I don't think Mary would appreciate it if you came home with a bad back."
"Sherlock, it's fine. I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"No. You constantly tell me to think about others needs and I figured I might as well start with someone I'm less likely to murder."
"Was that a compliment?"
"Piss off." John chuckles and I feel oddly content. It feels like old times, before I went and screwed everything up. I just had to ruin John's life. Granted, he did forgive me, but he's still broken. Even an idiot could deduce that.
"Hey Sherlock, do you want some tea?" John asks brightly, moving towards the kitchen.
"How can I think about tea in a time like this?" I reply quickly.
"A time like what?"Smooth move genius. Backed yourself into a tight corner? Lucky for you you're quick on your feet and John doesn't realize you harbor any feelings.
"I just solved a case and there is no way to contact Lestrade. This stupid blizzard is affecting my work."
"Again, you could just text him."
"Like I said, I like annoying him in person."
"Then it looks like you're going to have to wait."
"But that's boring," I say, flopping ungracefully down in my chair.
"Not everything goes as planned. Welcome to the real world," he says, handing me a steaming cup of tea.
"That's the understatement of the year."
"Well, lucky for you this year is almost over."
"How bloody brilliant," I reply sarcastically. John chuckles and hands me my tea. I take it without complaint and watch as he nestles into his chair. He grabs a nearby book and begins reading. We sit there in silence, me studying him while he's absorbed in his book. He looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"Trying to determine the nicest way possible to interrupt you so you won't hit me with your book to tell you I'm bored and you should entertain me."
"How do you want me to do that?"
"How should I know? What do people normally do?"
"Read?"
"Boring."
"Watch a movie then."
"If I do watch a movie, and I'm not saying I will, what should I watch?"
"I don't know."
"But John."
"Dear God, Sherlock. You're like a child. Just pick something and watch it."
"What do you want to watch?"
"What makes you think I'm going to be joining you?" Because you love me John. Or do you?
"Because I'm bored and you're bored. The only time you ever pick up a book is when you're bored or tired. Deducing says you're not tired and you are extremely bored. So watch a movie with me John."
I go over to the table that is piled up with papers and various different things and pick up a movie with the title 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier'.
"What about this one? You forced me to watch the first one anyway. Might as well watch this one." I say with a pseudo annoyed voice.
"I knew I left a movie here when I moved out. I've been looking for that. Sure. Why not."
"Why exactly do you even like Captain America?"
"I read the comics as a child."
I hand John the movie and (politely)demand him to put it in the DVD player. When he's done with the simple task, he joins me on the couch. And because I'm impatient I take the remote from John and fast forward through the previews .
The screen goes black only to flick to a red screen with what seems like comic book pages flipping.
"Oh. Yes, thirty seconds of logo. Great."
"Shush." Two men were running around monuments and another comment slips past my lips. "It's not Washington, D.C. Until you've seen a monument. Also this is Captain America. Does he really need to work out?"
"Couldn't he just enjoy running?"
"Sure." A woman with red hair pulls up in a nice car and talks to Steve. Honestly, I could care less. Until he pulls out a little book and see Star Wars on the list.
"Star Wars must have blown his mind," I say absentmindedly.
"Sherlock, shut up."
The movie goes on and I barely paid attention. I not-so discreetly watched John. Even with Steve and his red headed friend kicking ass only John happily watching the movie could hold my attention. After all this time and I still can't say I've fallen out of love with him. No matter how hard I try he's always there. Doing or saying something sweet. Love is by far the stupidest thing ever and I hate myself for falling for John. Like I could ever make him happy. I look towards the telly and try to get invested.
"Guns and death. My kind of thing."
"Be quiet. I'm trying to watch."
"Of course they talk about freedom. What's next? An eagle? And why is he shaped like a triangle? This movie is stupidly centered around only America. Americans are rude."
"It's Captain America. What'd you think it would be centered on? Yugoslavia? The whole point of Captain America is for him to talk about freedom."
"But why is he a human triangle?"
"Shut up Sherlock."
"It just makes no sense. He shouldn't be shaped like a triangle."
"Maybe he wants to be a triangle."
"What I really don't understand is the fact that Natasha is a trained assassin and she wears a necklace from a lover."
"No she doesn't."
"How did you not see it? It's shaped like an arrow."
"Because I'm not you."
"Obviously. Whoa, holograms in the car? Americans have everything."
"Will you just watch the movie?"
"Why didn't they use the bloody bomb in the first place? It would've made everything easier," I carelessly yell out.
"Are you a film critic Sherlock?"
"No. I'm a…"
"Then shut up."
After I couple minutes I say, "He's betting on the safety of America on the fact that two people may not want gum?"
"This is the last time I'm watching a movie with you."
"But how did Natasha know where to find the USB drive? She wasn't even there when he hid it. And how does no one recognize him? It's a pair of glasses."
"You're never going to shut up are you?"
"Probably not."
John rolls his eyes and focuses on the movie again. I somehow manage to keep all the snarky comments to myself. By time the movie ends I look over to see John asleep, his head resting on my shoulder. I try to move him but he only ends up snuggling closer, both of his arms wrapping around mine. Great. Now I have a sleeping John on me and nowhere to go. I sit there for a few minutes, trying to think of an escape plan, with the clock on the mantel goes off.
Midnight.
"Happy New Years John," I whisper. Knowing that I won't be able to leave, I rest my head against his and eventually join him in dreamland.
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