John Watson Blog
Sherlock Hyper
Sherlock is an odd mixture of being between the laziest git on the planet to running around with childlike energy. This is the man who can go days without speaking, insists that I get his mobile phone out of his own coat pocket (while he's wearing it), and is too lazy to get the milk. However this is the same man, who will go days without sleep, food, and runs around London solving crimes. However nothing compares to what happened yesterday.
I woke up later than usual and headed down stairs to make some breakfast. I noticed that there were two shopping bags on the table. That was odd. They were not there before I went to bed and Mrs. Hudson is visiting her sister.
"Sherlock"
"Yes John" Sherlock entered the kitchen wearing his dressing gown.
"You went shopping." Even to myself I sounded shock
"Great observation John" He tone is full of sarcasm.
"What did you get?" I walked over to the bag and bulled out two boxes. One was green and black and the other was blue and black.
"Sherlock you have to know these things are not healthy."
"Don't be a mother hen. There for an experiment."
"Oh… alright than"
I opened the fridge to find out that we were once again out of milk. I need milk for me tea. The only solution was for me to go to Texico.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes." I didn't get a response which is normal.
Unfortunately, it took longer than thirty minutes. I hate chip and pen machines. When I finally got back to the flat I was in a bad mood.
Boom!
"Sherlock" I dropped the bags and ran up the stairs. Sherlock was covered in tiny pieces of cream colored material.
"Sherlock is that my jumper?"
"Itwa…yourjum …. Ineedit f….ex….ent"
"Can you please speak English?" I yelled.
"I said it was your jumper and that it was for an experiment." Sherlock spoke quickly.
"What have I told you about touching my stuff and what did you do?"
"It was ugly anyway and I mixed certain chemicals with the Monster drinks. I may have miscalculated."
"Your impossible" I stormed upstairs to me room. I knew I shouldn't be surprised. Sherlock is well Sherlock and that will never change.
About three hours later I came back down to eat since I never got to.
As I entered the living room I saw the oddest site. The man who never exercises unless it's for a case was running around the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
"I need to move John."
"Why?"
No answer
"Sherlock did you have a Monster?"
"NO" his tone stated that that was obvious.
"Ok good"
"I had six" said as if it was nothing.
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm perfectly sane thank you."
"You know very well what I meant. Set down, your heart rate has to be too high."
"I'm fine I just need to move."
"Set down now Sherlock or I'll take the skull"
He looked at me before making a break towards the skull. I was closer to the skull and made it there a second before he did.
"Give me the skull John" he ordered
"Nope" I smirked
Sherlock then pounced on me making us both land on the floor.
"Get off Sherlock"
"Not till you give me the skull."
"Not going to happen."
Sherlock tried to pin me but I was in the army and even though he is taller than me I weigh more. I got him pined but Sherlock took the opportunity to grab the skull.
I could tell by the look on his face he was not going to give up. It was another twenty minutes of struggling to get the skull back before an idea popped into my head. I sat on his legs and reach for his feet and took off his socks.
"John what are you doing?" He tried kicking me off. "
"What does it look like?"
I than started to tickle his feet which lead to him trying to buck me off of his legs once again. As I tickled the middle part of his foot a high pick sound came out of the detective.
"Did you just giggle?"
"I did not giggle" he denied
"Then you won't mind if I do it again."
Sherlock once again broke out into that same noise. I kept it up till I heard his breathing increase and quickly spun around and grabbed the skull.
We both looked at each other before breaking out in laughter. This time Sherlock's laugh was deep and rich.
That is how this morning I woke up to bruises on my arm and shoulders along with a sprained wrist. Sherlock was just as bad, he has a bruise on his forehead from where I had elbowed him. He is also dealing with a caffeine crash including a bad headache.
I don't think he will be drinking any Monsters anytime soon.