Glass

A/n: the last chapter, I believe, stopped some people from reviewing as they had replied to my authors note beforehand. I'm sorry about that. I can promise you there will be no more irritating authors notes taking a chapters space. It's really not worth it.

Anyway, on we go! Xxx

Tap.

I opened my eyes. The sound was loud and ringing in the silence. It made me uncomfortable. I didn't like it.

Tap.

I frowned at the ceiling.

Tap. Tap. Tap...

...

Tap.

This was starting to get rather irritating.

Tap. Tap.

Tap.

... Don't. You. Dare...

...

Tap.

I clenched my jaw. I was not going to get worked up by...

Tap.

"John, for gods sake!" I exploded, not being able to keep it together anymore.

John looked up, startled.

"What?"

I glared somewhat cautiously at the glass he was holding in his right hand, and the fingers of his left hand positioned around the rim.

"Stop that ridiculous tapping!"

He frowned at me, confused, his fingers tracing the edge of the glass, "Sorry, I didn't think you got worked up about things like that,"

I snorted, my temper rather much shorter than usual. I felt like I was on a short fuse.

"I don't get worked up," I retorted snappishly.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Right, ok,"

He turned away.

I watched him for a very long time, eyes narrowed on the glass in his hands. I was frightened for my own sanity really, because reacting like this wasn't my normal behaviour. I wondered whether John's temper was rubbing off on me.

After a moment, I went back to my bumble bee book. It was incredibly fascinating. I enjoyed reading it and was glad that John had brought it for me. I wondered if I could...

Tap.

"Jesus Christ John!" I yelled. The noise was slowly driving me up the wall. Any moment now and I would be climbing the ceiling, "put that bloody glass down!"

I had reverted to swearing again, and that was something I had always hated doing. But really, I couldn't stand that stupid noise!

John was smirking at me.

"Looks like you do get worked up after all," he mused. I knew that voice.

I knew what was coming.

"N-," I began desperately.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tappety tap.

I resisted the urge to plug my fingers in my ears. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I was afraid of going insane. The noise seemed to echo around my head

Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap.

"John!" I yelled. My mind seemed to be going in overdrive. I couldn't think, "John stop it!"

Tap. Tap. Tappety tap.

John was going to pay for this! My jaw was clenched so tightly it almost hurt. This wasn't fun.

"Stop it!"

Quite soon the tapping morphed-,

Tappety tap. Tap tap. Tappety tap. Tap tap.

-Into what was unmistakably John's poor rendition of The Thieving Magpie. A song that I absolutely detested. It needed to be damned to hell.

Oh dear lord. Did he want to kill me?

I glared at him, drawing my knees up to my chest.

"I hate you," I told him.

Tappety tap. Tap tap. Tappety tap. Tap tap. Tappy tappy tappy...

I couldn't control myself anymore. I jumped up and tipped the glass over, so quickly, John had no chance to react.

A few seconds later, the tapping had, blissfully, stopped, I was flushed and agitated, and John had a very wet lap.

Then, I preceded to stomp to my room, (double checking that I had the key) and slammed the door shut.

Unfortunately for me I had to suffer John's continuous yelling, apparently his jeans were ruined, and a continuing replay of The Thieving Magpie in my head because for some reason, I couldn't delete it, for the rest of the night.

I swear I was going mad. That wasn't a comforting feeling.

A/n: a review or two would be lovely xxx oh, and I need some more ideas for Sherlock POV chapters so if you have any let me know! xxx