John and the Doctor both jumped as a loud explosion sounded from down the hall. By now both the Doctors were used to Sherlock's weird habits. Another Explosion went off but neither Doctor moved, both reading. A third blast rang through the halls, this time closer to them. The Doctors glanced up nervously, silently deciding to wait until the next one before doing anything. It was a while until the next blast sounded. John and the Doctor, both having relaxed, screamed softly, neither wanting the other to hear. This blast was right outside the door to the sitting room. Coughing they left the room to see what was going on.
"Sherlock. What the bloody hell are you doing!?" John asked loudly still coughing.
"Getting your attention." Sherlock stated simply.
"Can't you just come get me?"
"No, bored. Explosions are entertaining." Sherlock said like this was the obvious thing in the world. John sighed and gave up.
"What do you need."
"Your phone John. I need your phone. I solved the case."
"You nearly blew up my ship, so John could give you his phone?" The Doctor interjected with a deadly calm voice. Sherlock looked at John looking a bit worried.
"Not good?"
"Bit not good, yeah." John replied giving Sherlock his 'apologize-or-else' face, while Sherlock have John his best 'do-i-have-to?' face. They had a staring contest for a minute until Sherlock backed down. Sherlock stood up from where he was sitting, muttered sorry and walked away. John called after him and tossed him his phone. Sherlock smiled and walked off. Shacking their heads at their friend's weird tactics, they went to reading their books.