-The following morning-

The next morning, Lyanna arrived outside 221B Baker Street at the same time as the day before. She was still slightly nervous about seeing Sherlock in case he had seen her with Mycroft. The idea of him asking questions and deducing her made her shudder, and she was thinking about walking away; when the door opened.

'Lyanna' cried John 'How are you feeling?'

Lyanna looked up into the warm eyes of the Doctor and all at once, her nerves left her.

'I'm very well thank you' she replied 'And yourself?'

'Good to hear' he said with a smile 'I'm no longer tired, let's just say that'.

Lyanna smiled.

'Oh I'm sorry' said John as he stepped aside and opened the door wider 'Please come on in'.

Lyanna walked in and headed upstairs. There was something about 221B; it felt welcoming, like she belonged there. She reached the top of the stairs and then waited for John to catch up.

'I must warn you before you go in' started John as he reached the top pf the stairs 'Sherlock's in a bit of a, well – strange mood'

'Isn't he always?' replied Lyanna with a smirk.

'Touché' replied John with a grin 'But this is weird – even for Sherlock'

Just then there was a loud thud, followed by a tremendous clatter.

'Oh for God's sake' cried John as he flung the door open.

Lyanna stepped in and her eyes were greeted with Sherlock running round the flat, opening boxes, throwing paper work, hunting through the fire place, even pulling the sofa apart.

'You won't find any' said John.

'Oh God' said Lyanna 'You mean, all this; for cigarettes'

'He has moments' replied John before turning back to Sherlock.

'John I need some. Get me some' demanded Sherlock.

'Can't help, sorry' replied John as he picked up his newspaper and sat down, Lyanna sat opposite him.

'I'll let you know next week's lottery numbers' said Sherlock.

Both John and Lyanna snickered.

'It was worth a try' replied Sherlock.

'Come on Sherlock' said Lyanna 'You're doing really well, don't give up now'

'Fine' said Sherlock 'Then I need a case'.

'You've just solved one' replied John 'And apparently it involved harpooning a dead pig'

Lyanna looked over at John with a puzzled expression on her face.

'Don't ask' John said to Lyanna.

Lyanna just nodded.

'Yes, but that was morning' said Sherlock.

'Nothing on the website' inquired John.

'Dear Mr Sherlock Holmes' started Sherlock as he handed his laptop to John 'I can't find Bluebell anywhere. Please, please, please can you help?'

'Bluebell?' inquired John.

'A rabbit John' replied Lyanna looking over John's shoulder at the screen.

'Yes!' cried Sherlock 'Ah, wait, but there's more! Before it disappeared, it turned luminous, "like a fairy," according to little Kirsty. Disappeared from a locked hutch, no sign of forced entry... what am I saying? This is brilliant! Phone Lestrade, tell him there's an escaped rabbit.'

'You're serious?' asked John.

'It's either this, or cluedo' was Sherlock's reply.

'Oh no, we are never playing that again' said John.

'Why not?' inquired Sherlock.

'Because it's not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock, that's why!' replied John.

'Well, it was the only possible explanation' said Sherlock.

'It's not in the rules!' cried John.

'Well then, the rules are wrong' retorted Lyanna.

'See?' cried Sherlock 'That's two against one'

'Oh do shut up' replied John.

'I need a case John' cried Sherlock.

'Tell you what' said John 'You are going to wait here and see if a case crops up while I take Mary and Lyanna to lunch'

'But-' Sherlock went to protest.

'No buts' interrupted John 'Lyanna grab your coat, and let's go'

And with that, Lyanna and John left; leaving Sherlock and his 101 remarks alone in the flat.