After a few weeks, John was able to warm up to Sherlock. After all, they helped each other adapt to their new school.
Currently, John was on his way back from his final class. He was tired and hungry, but he wanted to go back to his room to see if Sherlock wanted to join him for dinner.
The halls were relatively empty, other than a few other students going in and out of their classroom.
John continued to walk down the hall, when he noticed his door wide open. He could hear a voice inside the room.
"Sherlock, you can't keep this stuff in your refrigerator! There are rules, you know!"
"What rule is there against a little experimenting?"
"Well, I'm sure if I told the dean, he wouldn't want you to keep a human hand in your fridge!"
John walks in slowly and closes the door. Sherlock and the man yelling at him both look at him.
"Sorry, what's going on?"
The man walks over to John and shakes his hand.
"Gregory Lestrade, I'm a senior here and this dorm's RA. Pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise, what's going on?"
Sherlock decides to cut into the conversation.
"Greg says I'm not allowed to experiment in my own room!"
"You can, you just can't keep body parts in here!"
"Sherlock, why do you have a bloody hand in the fridge?" John says. Sherlock turns to look at him.
"I told you, it's an experiment!"
"Well you need to get it out or I'm reporting you to the dean! I don't need people thinking you're some psychopath!" Lestrade says.
Sherlock huffs in annoyance, but stomps over to the fridge.
"Fine, I'll conduct the last part of my experiment!"
John and Lestrade watch as Sherlock puts a pair of rubber gloves on, pulls the hand out of the fridge, and promptly tosses it out of the window.
Both men drop their jaws and cover their ears as they hear several people screaming from below, despite being on the fourth floor.
Sherlock, unsurprised by any of this, puts on his long coat and scarf and walks out of the room.
"Well Greg, now that I've disposed of the problem, you really have nothing more to complain about. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to have dinner. John, would you care to join me?"
"Uh…sure."
John silently apologizes to Greg before grabbing his coat and leaving his dorm room with Sherlock.
xXx
Sherlock and John are sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria, eating their dinner. There is silence at their table for a little while before John speaks up.
"So, uh, I guess I'll just ask. What the hell was that?"
"What was what?"
"Oh, I don't know, throwing a human hand out the window for starters."
Sherlock smiled slightly and snickered.
"I was simply disposing of the problem."
John couldn't help but laugh. Sherlock joined him after a few seconds, giving in to the situation. Once John stops laughing, he speaks up again.
"I wonder what those people outside thought when a hand suddenly fell from the sky."
Sherlock and John burst out laughing once more, all the while being met with strange looks from around the cafeteria.