"John..."
"No."
"But I haven't said anything yet," Sherlock whined.
"Whatever it is, Sherlock, the answer is no."
"But John..." Sherlock said as he walked into the living room wearing his plaid lab coat and his goggles.
John was sitting in his chair. He frowned. "I know that we still have half a day until the bet is over and you're going to try to do something, but whatever it is you're planning, just forget it. I just want to get through this night with all of my body parts intact. Well, most of them anyway." John said glancing down at his seat. He was still sitting on the raised pillow because of the damage that the tea cup had done to his bottom before.
"But John," Sherlock implored, "This is something that you asked for months ago. I'm sure that you'll like it."
"That's what you said last time."
"But this time it's different."
"Is this 'something' designed to soothe me?" John asked crossing his arms across his chest.
"No."
"Will I have to put it in my mouth?"
Sherlock thought a minute and then said, "Not exactly, no."
"Will it involve you, or some other object coming in contact with any part of my body?"
"No."
"Alright then, what is it?"
Sherlock gave a huge smile, and walked into the kitchen gesturing for John to follow him. John raised himself out of the chair following Sherlock who walked over to the refrigerator. He pulled out a takeout container. "Do you remember how you said that our microwave was underpowered? You complained that it takes too long to heat up your leftovers."
"Yes," John said hesitantly while leaning against the doorframe. He refused to fully enter the kitchen.
"Well, I've fixed that," Sherlock said.
"You mean that you bought us a new microwave?"
"No, better than that," Sherlock said. "I fixed the old one to have more power." He put the takeout container in the microwave which had been pulled away from the wall to show a plethora of cables streaming out of the back and plugging into the wall socket.
"Sherlock, I don't think that you're supposed to work on the microwave. It produces radiation that isn't entirely safe."
"I do understand physics, John," Sherlock said. "Let me show you."
John watched as Sherlock pushed the buttons to start the microwave. The light in the microwave oven came on as the lights in the room dimmed. Then there was a spray of sparks and a bright blue light glared before the entire flat was covered in darkness.
"I guess I might have overdone the voltage a bit," Sherlock said. "Just a moment there should be a candle in this drawer." There was a shuffling sound and the sound of a drawer opening and things being pushed aside as Sherlock searched. Neither of them couldn't see a thing. "I've found the candle, but I can't find the lighter," Sherlock said. "I remember putting it right here. Where's my lighter, John?"
"I hid it after you set fire to the skull. It's in my room. I'll go get it."
"No, let me," said Sherlock rushing forward. Sherlock and John hit each other hard.
"Ouch!"
"Hey, what are you...?"
"Umph." There was loud thump as they both fell tangled to the floor.
"Sorry, John. Let me help you up. I have your arm."
"That's not my arm, Sherlock, that's my leg. Careful! I never took yoga," John said.
"Oh, sorry, let me just crawl over..."
"Hey! Sherlock stop moving. You're pressing down on me, and I still have bandages on my bum."
"Alright, John...what do you want me to do with your leg?"
At that moment, the lights came on. John was on his back, but his left foot was placed firmly on the ground pushing his hips up to prevent his injured bum from touching the floor. Sherlock had his feet on either side of John's chest with his head facing between John's legs. Sherlock's left hand was on the rug between John's knees, and the other firmly grasped his right leg. They took a moment to assess the situation.
"What do you want me to do?" Sherlock said. "Should I drop your leg?"
"No Sherlock, I'll fall down on my bum."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Stand up slowly, and then you can rotate my leg around so that I can roll on my side."
Sherlock wrapped his arm more firmly around John's leg and shuffled his feet back a bit, to give himself room to stand, just as the door opened.
"Hello Dearies," Mrs Hudson said, "Something flipped the breaker. What have you boys been up to? Oh!" she said as she saw Sherlock scissored between John's legs. "My, my, you boys are adventurous! Please remember what I said about the door." Then she turned and left the room muttering. "Oh my goodness."
Sherlock stepped over John and lowered him carefully on his side. John rolled over onto his chest, and just lay there with his face against the rug. "Sherlock," John said defeat in his voice.
"Yes, John?"
"I changed my mind. Let's go bungee jumping tomorrow."
Sherlock jumped in the air and said, "Yes!" before bending down to help John climb to his feet.
"And Sherlock," John said, "Remind me to never play Cluedo with you again."