So let me explain this story: I'm a Londoner, and used to live near Greenwich. Most of the experiences in this story is based on what I've experienced throughout my life, except of course meeting a genius who happens to be a dick.

Of Conkers and Crows: Chapter 1

20/09/14

221 Baker Street was officially crisis mode, John Watson concluded as he shut his laptop in frustration. Sherlock was bored, which meant a whole morning's worth of complaining for the doctor to endure. Moaning about being bored, Sherlock flopped onto the sofa, his sapphire dressing gown following gracefully. Looking over at the detective from his armchair, John was annoyed as much as he was confused; Lestrade had absolutely pelted Sherlock with cases all throughout the morning, all of which Sherlock had rejected, complaining that he wasn't interested unless it was a level three.

There were many an activity that John had suggested throughout the morning, and he now was very irritated, especially since all Sherlock had to do was pick up a stupid book or go to the morgue at Bart's to be entertained. He's acting like such a bloody child.

"Will you shut up?" John asked, scowling, "some of us have work to do."

The detective sighed, he was now staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest. "And some of us don't." he said, perfectly satisfied with the rage that John seemed to be emitting. He looks like a little angry hedgehog. How adorable.

"For God's sake Sherlock!" John glared intensely at Sherlock from his armchair, the detective taking note of his friend's annoyance. "There are a hundred million things you could be doing instead of a case right now and you know it."

Meeting John's eyes, Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Name one."

Standing up and bending down to grab a box, John eagerly presented it to Sherlock. It was a puzzle, one that Sherlock's mother had given to him on her last visit, which was, unsurprisingly, over a month ago. "Puzzles, Sherlock." This was the last resort, Sherlock loved puzzles. This will work. I'm sure of it.

Taking in the detectives disinterested face, John's hope faded, then it was replaced by something much, much worse. A horrifying yet logical solution;

He wants me to entertain him. Oh God.

Placing the box back underneath the wooden desk, the doctor sat himself down and plucked his laptop from the arm of his chair and re-opened it, this time going onto google. He managed to type in interesting things to do in london, before realising that they should have a section titled for bored, snooty detectives. Utterly pointless.

Glancing at the date, John smiled, recalling the memories of his grandmother, also known as the sweet old lady who lived near Greenwich park. It would be this time of year that a young John and Harry spent many of their weekends at their Grandmother's, collecting conkers, only to break them in various intense matches, copious amounts of which John lost. When Harry decided she was much too old to play the game, John would still visit the park with his Grandmother who, for her age, was very fit. The park didn't just feature conkers, but other activities that always captivated a young John, who know only hoped it would charm his friend too.

Gaining confidence in the idea, John hastily turned off his laptop and turned to Sherlock, "Would you like to go on an adventure?" This caught the detective's attention. Looking suspiciously at John, who was waiting with the most serious look on his face, Sherlock was immediately doubtful that it would involve murder. Picking up on this, John thought about how he should respond, "It's not about crime, but I know it'll interest you."

"Tell me where you plan on dragging me, and I'll decide that for myself."

John sighed, but then realised Sherlock didn't need an answer. He only needs to be interested. Getting to his feet and shouldering his bag and jacket, the doctor voiced only one instruction: "Meet me outside the tube station in 20 minutes."

And with that he left the flat, leaving Sherlock to his deductions about where they were headed.

*in England we spell 'realized' as realised.

**our shortened dates go day/month/year

Thanks for reading! More chapters will be up soon!

-e. H. W