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Chapter Nine
John had a plan. For the past couple of weeks, or months, he had lost track of the time, Sherlock had been annoying him. And now, John had a plan. What would Sherlock do if the roles were reversed? It might seem like a childish action, but hopefully it would save John from a few of Sherlock's own childish behaviours. It had taken a lot of planning to figure out something safe and manageable that John could do, but he finally came up with an idea.
As soon as he woke up, John went straight into the living room and checked to see if Sherlock was there. He wasn't. This was a stroke of luck. Carefully, John quickly ate a bowl of cereal and then hide the evidence, trying to use Sherlock's methods in reverse to fool the detective. Washing the bowl by hand was something he could do to hide the traces, brushing his teeth, checking for any stains, marks or crumbs. The only thing he couldn't hide was the decrease in cereal and milk. No sooner was John finished than he heard Sherlock getting up. Disappearing back into his room, John pretended to sleep, slowing down his breathing and relaxing himself. He also tried to ignore the sounds of whatever was going on outside of his room.
As John predicted, Sherlock did not notice his absence, even though it was now several hours past the usual wake up time. In fact, the doctor began to worry that he might spend all day in bed.
"John, can you pass me my phone." Sherlock's voice sounded, and then there was a pause. "John?" For someone who had remarkable skills of observation, Sherlock could be remarkable unobservant. The sounds of Sherlock moving gave John some panic and he quickly tried to recover the appearance of sleeping as the door opened.
"John, are you okay?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm sleeping." John mumbled after leaving a few seconds. Sherlock remained perfectly still, watching John for nearly a whole minute.
"You usually wake up three and fourteen minutes earlier than this. You haven't eaten yet, you would have usually eaten three hours ago," As hoped for, Sherlock's lack of eating had left the mystery of John's early morning snack a mystery.
"It's the weekend. I don't have work. There's been nothing you need my help with. I'm bored, so I'm sleeping." John replied, trying to sound sleepy.
"You are not tired, otherwise it would have taken longer to reply as you would have already fallen back to sleep. You've never been like this before under the same situations, so some other factor has changed the conditions. What is it?" Asked Sherlock.
"I want to sleep." John replied.
"Why?" Was Sherlock's reply, after analysing the words and not finding a reason behind them.
"Because I do." John said. "Besides, you usually don't notice my absence, why now?" John asked.
"You are not following your usual routine. That is easier to notice." Sherlock replied.
"Just let me get some sleep." John mumbled.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast? Maybe a cup of coffee or tea?" Sherlock asked, frowning.
"No, I'm not hungry. Or thirsty." John replied.
"But you haven't had breakfast." Sherlock said, confusion in his voice. "And it isn't April's Fools day. Are you okay John?" Now John could hear concern in his friend's voice and he nearly gave up on the whole pretence. But then he was reminded of all the times Sherlock had worried them, the worry of Mrs Hudson, of Lestrade, the almost worry of Mycroft, but the obvious concern with Irene's deaths. Sherlock deserved a little more understanding of what he inflicted on them.
"I'm fine!" John protested, and Sherlock moved forwards, then thought better of it and turned away. It was now getting close to lunch time, and John quickly ate a brought sandwich he had smuggled into his room a few nights ago. Downing a quick glass of water, John quietly read for a few hours, before wrapping himself in his blanket and wandering into the living room.
"Stop it." Sherlock said, after giving a quick glance over John.
"Stop what?" John asked.
"This." Sherlock replied, gesturing to John.
"Stop being me." Sherlock replied. "You've been copying my habits and I don't know whether it's for amusement or to insult me. But you have been cheating. You had cereal this morning, and I presume you had lunch a couple of hours ago." Sherlock said. John just stared at him. How had Sherlock known that.
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