When Sherlock walked into the flat John immediately knew something was up, the detective was agitated to say the least. However before he got the chance to ask what was wrong Sherlock began digging through the junk that covered every inch of 221b in a frenzy.
"Sherlock what-?"
"They locked me out, John!" He growled, "The Irregulars have locked 222 and wont answer the door!"
John put down his paper and reached under the chair, drawing out Sherlock's lock picking set.
Looking for this?" He offered, Sherlock grumbled.
Now that John thought about it, he hadn't laid eyes on any of the Irregulars for a few days now, that in itself was not unusual, it was only the fact that they had missed all their lessons with Sherlock that it was suspicious. Now John was actually feeling worried, why wouldn't they let Sherlock in?
The duo both went next door this time, it took Sherlock a minute to jimmy open the lock, causing many people to stare but the men ignored them. When they opened the door the entire hall was dark.
"Kids?" John called, "Are you here?"
No reply.
The two men glanced at one another and moved up the stairs cautiously toward the main lounge, there was a soft glow peaking out from beneath the door as well as several voices muttering.
Sherlock creaked open the door to reveal a dark room lit only by the soft glow of laptops, the Irregulars looked up completely taken by surprise.
"Where did you get all these computers?" John gaped, all the children had one sitting in their laps.
"We bought them using Mycroft's credit card." Marie yawned, "What are you guys doing here."
"You missed your lessons." Sherlock frowned.
"Wait, what day is it?" Lisa asked blinking fast.
"Tuesday."
"Oh hell, it was monday." Mikey grumbled.
"What have you all been doing?" Sherlock asked snatching up the closest laptop and narrowing his eyes at it. That particular look didn't appear on Sherlock's face too often but John knew it, what ever he was seeing, he didn't understand.
"John, what is...Minecraft?" Sherlock asked slowly.
"It's a game." Joe replied.
"A really, really fun game!" Nina added, "You build stuff and slay zombies and-"
She was off again with nobody listening.
"You have been playing this game for two days?" John gaped as he peered at the screen.
It didn't even look that good, it was just a bunch of squares, very blocky. It looked like a game out of the 90's rather than the high end graphics of today.
"It's so cool!" Halie insisted, "And it just goes on and on! I mean you think you've only been playing a little while and bam! Three hours have passed!"
"This doesn't sound like a very productive game." Sherlock sneered.
"Check it out we made our own server!" Dan spoke up ignoring Sherlock's comment, "You and Uncle John should join!"
They immediately began discussing things that John had no hope of following, spawn points and IP addresses and all other manner of things. Eventually Sherlock walked out in a huff while the children went back to their game, promising to make it to their lessons tomorrow.
Sherlock ranted all night, it was making John's ears bleed metaphorically.
"A game? That's what this is all about? Ridiculous!"
...
John had eventually gone to bed to escape Sherlock yelling and fallen into a fitful sleep. When he woke up the next morning there was no sign of the detective. Assuming he was next door the doctor headed off to the clinic without a worry in his head. When he returned however and Sherlock was still not draped over some form of furniture he became concerned.
"Dammit!"
The voice was coming from Sherlock's room, had he been experimenting there all day?
John pushed open the door to find Sherlock on his bed hunched over his laptop.
Playing Minecraft.
"You okay?" John asked, half concerned half amused.
"I found a vein of diamonds and then Marie shot me with an arrow and took them for herself!" Sherlock growled, "I needed that to complete my set of armor!"
"Right..."
"You can't take on the Ender dragon without a full set of diamond armor, John!"
"If you say so Sherlock." John sighed closing the door and heading back into the kitchen to get himself a much needed cup of tea. As he drunk said beverage he spotted his laptop sitting on the couch. For the next hour he tried to entertain himself without success until finally he picked it up.
"If you can't beat them, join them." He muttered.
After all, how addictive could it be?
This is pretty much what happened with me and my friends during out Mid Terms last year XD Minecraft is so addictive!
Also can I just say, I wrote the final chapter of this series the other day and it broke my heart! It wont be uploaded for a while yet, I plan on this story having 50 chapters.
But still, it's pretty heart breaking to finally end something.