Ok, I'm honestly kind of scared because I never thought I'd write fanfictions for anything but Ranger's Apprentice, but here we go. Real quick: none of the chapters will interact with each other unless I say so at the beginning and these will all be one-shots all put into one fanfiction. Basically my fanfic for RA called 100 Chapter Story but for Sherlock. Also the characters may or may not be ooc.

I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a rapidly decreasing pocket of air.


"But it's boring!" a voice said, ringing throughout the flat.

"Too bad, Sherlock, you need to know this if you want to pass," John said, more than a bit exasperated.

"I didn't even want to do this in the first place," Sherlock groaned, his silvery eyes rolling up into the back of his head.

"Sherlock, don't do that, it's bad for your eyes."

"Ya, and this is bad for my sanity. Which is more important?"

"A, which helps you solve cases? B, how can you lose something you've never had?" John snapped, his seemingly endless patience wearing thin.

Sherlock had been constantly complaining about how he was so completely bored that if he didn't get a halfway decent case soon, he would blow a hole in the wall. John, attempting to solve this boredom, had enrolled him in an online college. Surprise, surprise, Sherlock got in.

Only he found the whole thing to be useless, stupid, and boring.

"Don't be stupid John, the only reason I'll ever lose my sanity is this useless boring crap!" Sherlock shouted the last three words, slamming his hands down on the area of the computer where there was nothing but plastic showing. Obviously, he hoped to break it. Shame, he thought when it didn't.

His fingers itched for a gun of some sort to blow a hole in the wall with. Maybe sometime he could paint on new smiley faces and blow them to smithereens.

"Why do I even need to know this? It doesn't affect me or anyone I know," Sherlock barked. "What I need right now is an interesting case."

"Sherrrrlock," John groaned, letting his head fall back. "Just do the bloody problem!"

"And who brought this upon themselves? Ah, yes, a certain someone named John Watson," Sherlock said.

"You know what, fine. You win. Let's go find an "interesting" case," John said, rolling his eyes to the heavens.

"Remember John, rolling your eyes is bad for them," Sherlock called, already slipping into his trademark trench coat. "Bloody hell, at this point I'd even take some of those bloody reporters. Ahh, bloody reporters," Sherlock said with a slow smile. "Bloody would be fun."