A/N: Happy Monday? I am sorry. BUt I hope this chapter makes up for it. Fun fact: In the first draft of chapter 1 I spelt Darcy like Darcie. Just felt I should tell you guys that to make up for the lateness. I will try and update once a week from here on. Hm... what else do I have to say? Oh and thank you so much Netflix for having captions. I'm done now. Carry on wayward my Son. Oh no. Feels. Sorry...

Three weeks later and Sherlock and Darcy were still pretending that nothing had happened after Avalon's funeral. Whenever John would ask about it they would say it was resolved and then continue to change the subject. Sherlock and Darcy had obviously patched their relationship; they were back to their playful banter and going at each other's throat occasionally. A week ago had been Darcy's birthday and John had wanted to really celebrate it but she had said no. He didn't know her reasoning for not liking birthdays but he just went along with it. Darcy was the last person he wanted upset with him.

On her birthday Darcy had just spent the day with Daniel and Annie. John had met Annie and she was nice. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes with a bubbly personality, and it was nice that Darcy had made such a great friend. John had also learned not long ago that Darcy didn't really like Annie's father even when Avalon and him were dating, then John learned that her father had also been the detective who had worked Avalon's case. Which just added on to the hate.

John walked into the flat to the sounds of gunshots, he ran upstairs to see Sherlock shooting the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" John yelled at his flat mate.

Sherlock mumbled something John couldn't hear.

"What?"

"Bored!" Sherlock called louder this time before standing up and aiming the gun.

John's eye widened, "No."

"Bored," Sherlock said shooting the wall again and again, "Bored, bored."

John ran over and took the gun from Sherlock then unloading it.

"Shut up!" John heard Darcy yell from somewhere else in the flat before coming down and glaring at Sherlock and turning to John, "He has been doing that for an whole freaking hour."

John looked at Darcy, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Murder somebody or something, I can't concentrate on my school work with gun shots sounding." Darcy was ranting now, she pointed at Sherlock, "If you don't stop shooting things when you get bored, I am going to murder you and I know it will torment you in hell how you can't solve your own bloody murder."

Sherlock stuck his tongue out at Darcy, which she returned before sitting down in Sherlock's chair.

"I don't know what's got into the criminal classes," Sherlock said walking over to the wall he had been shooting, "Good job I'm not one of them."

Darcy smirked at Sherlock, "So you take it off on the wall?"

"Ah, the wall had it coming." Sherlock answered picking at the bullet holes before falling back onto the couch.

John sighed heading towards the kitchen taking off his jacket, "What about that Russian case?"

"Belarus, open and shut domestic murder," Sherlock was getting comfy on his spot in the couch, "Not worth my time."

"Oh, shame. Can't have Sherlock working on a case that's lower then he is." Darcy said sarcastically.

John walked into the kitchen to see Sherlock's mess he had created in the short time he had been gone, "Anything in? I'm starving."

John reached over to open the fridge but when he heard Darcy, "Uh John, I really wouldn't-"

Sadly, John heard her too late and opened the fridge to see a head.

"Oh!" John closed the fridge and heard Darcy trying to hide a laugh unsuccessfully.

He opened it again to get a better look.

"There's a head." John whispered to himself.

John walked back to the living room where Darcy had picked up her violin and Sherlock was lounging on the couch, "There's a severed head!"

"Just tea for me thanks." Sherlock said choosing to ignore John's fright, which just annoyed John even more.

"Tea for me too, John." Darcy said from Sherlock's chair.

"There's a head in the fridge."

"Yes." Sherlock's voice was monotone.

"A bloody head!"

"Where was I supposed to put it?" Sherlock said turning his head towards John, "You don't mind do you?"

John saw Darcy look towards him observing the conversation with a smirk.

"I got it from Barts morgue." Sherlock continued, "I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death."

John made a face.

Sherlock was still talking though, "I see you've written up the taxi driver case."

"Huh?" Darcy asked.

John realized then that Darcy had come to live with Sherlock shortly after they had finished that case.

"It was before you came, Darcy. And yes." John said to both of them walking over to the chair that was left unoccupied.

"A study in Pink, nice."

"Well, you know, pink lady, pink case, pink phone. There was a lot of pink."

Darcy started laughing really loudly all the sudden, causing everyone to look at her. "Sorry." She said realizing how disrupting she had been, "Just pink? Really? I mean come on, if you were to be covered in one color why the hell would you chose pink?"

Sherlock chuckled but John gave her a disapproving look, "First of all, watch your language Darcy. And pink is a girl color, its not that bad."

Both the Holmes looked at John with a smirk causing John to smile, "All right, it's a little funny. You two are turning me into a horrible person."

Darcy smiled but got up, "I have to go, I told Daniel and Annie we'd met up today. Bye John, bye Sherlock." She called as she left.

"Did you like it?" John asked Sherlock when Darcy had left.

"What?"

"A study in Pink."

"Um… No." Sherlock answered reading a book.

"Why not?" John asked confused, "I though you'd be… flattered."

"Flattered?" Sherlock put down the book while quoting John's blog, " 'Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds, what's incredible though is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.' "

"Now hang on a second," John interrupted, "I didn't mean tha…"

Sherlock interrupted John this time, "Oh, you meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way? Look it doesn't matter to Darcy or me who's prime minister or who's sleeping with who.."

"Or if the earth goes round the sun."

"Oh god," Sherlock sounded annoyed, "that again. Its not important."

"Not important?" John sat fore ward a little more to argue with Sherlock, "It's primary school stuff. I'm pretty sure Darcy knows that. How can YOU not know that?"

"Well if I ever did I deleted it, and soon so will Darcy once she stops doing the stupid work Mycroft makes her do, she already knows all of this. She doesn't need to do it."

"Darcy's sixteen she needs to do school," John paused thinking, "Deleted it?"

Sherlock sat up from his spot pointing to his temple, "Listen, this is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful."

"Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish," continued Sherlock, "and that makes it harder to get to at the stuff that matters. School is getting in the way of Darcy getting rid of the rubbish. Which is why she's so slow now a days. Do you see?"

John paused looking at the other man in front of him, "But it's the solar system!"

"Oh hell," John noticed how annoyed Sherlock seemed to be when it came to this, "what does that matter? So we go round the sun. Or if we went round the moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear. It wouldn't make a difference. All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots."

John found Sherlock's annoyance slightly amusing but decided it was best not to show it, at risk of annoying Sherlock even further.

"Put that in your blog," the blue eyed man spat, "Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world."

With that Sherlock turned around, lying back on the couch. John nodded, mostly to himself, before getting up and putting back on his coat. Sherlock must have heard him because he looked up at John confused.

"Where are you going?" Annoyance still laced his voice, now with confusion.

"Out," replied John, now getting annoyed with Sherlock, "I need some air."

On the way out John ran into Mrs. Hudson, "Excuse me. Sorry."

"I'm sorry, love." Answered Mrs. Hudson smiling before heading in the direction of Sherlock.

John didn't stick around to hear what Mrs. Hudson was going to say to Sherlock, but knowing her it would be about the wall Sherlock had been shooting. Walking out into the street John decided where he was going to go.

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