Second last chapter! I think the Friday chapter got me out of the writing block again, because I'm already half way through Sunday as well!

Anyway, you know the drill; read the disclaimer, cry that Sherlock is, and never will be, ours, ignore my rants, read the chapter, laugh if you like, SMILE, review :)

Disclaimer: !

Actually, this one is kind of "true-story" based. Well, yeah, sort of. Basically my friends house sort of almost flooded yesterday, because there was bread stuck in the pipes? – Don't ask me how the hell bread got anywhere near the sink! - and she left the tap running when she went out. Silly girl. But thanks for the inspiration! Although instead of using bread – which I still can't understand – I've gone for the more sensible option of brain matter. Anyway, continue...

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Saturday -

Saturday. Saturday's were good. Because it meant John wasn't at work. Which meant he wouldn't have to come home and find the kitchen on fire, or a brain in the kettle. Oh how he loved the weekend.

And – what could only be described as good karma finally getting back to him – Lestrade was standing in the flat, a new case in his hand. John did more than jump for joy – he practically hugged the detective off of his feet with a huge grin.

They got a cab to the crime scene, and John could feel Sherlock's boredom lifting, which meant less danger for him.

But then, see, the problem had been when John got a text, from Sarah, saying it was some kind of emergency. He was slightly torn between going to help her, and staying at the scene, but a surprisingly thoughtful Sherlock – that should have been the first warning – told him to go, that he could handle the case himself.

It hadn't been an emergency, not really. It had simply been Sarah trying to get John to meet her parents and – knowing how much of a danger-obsessed freak he was – had used "emergency" to get him there. That, plus the fact that her parents absolutely hated him, had not helped John's mood.

Nor had the thought upon arriving back at the flat, that he could hear that Sherlock was upstairs. Alone.

Again, not helping, had been the slow but steady flow of water trickling – no, pouring – down the stairs.

Taking the steps two at a time, John burst through the door, hearing the shout too late, and was nearly thrown back down when a wave of water, nearly as high as his waist, swept past him.

Sighing miserably, he searched around the room to see what he could salvage, and found a very acrobatic Sherlock leaping from chair to table to chair, collecting his most important items and placing them on every high surface he could find.

It was quite a sight. One that froze John's anger for a couple of seconds. But then, nope, there it was again. His eyes flared.

"SHERLOCK!". The detective flinched, wobbling suddenly from the arm of his chair and trying to keep his balance with the clutter of objects wrapped in his arms. Then he looked up delicately,

"Yes John?".

"What the hell have you done to the flat?", the doctor snapped, wading against the current of water to find the source. "And what happened to the case?".

Doing what he thought was helpful, Sherlock smiled and nodded towards the kitchen, "The case? Blah, boring, solved it in less than a minute...The sink, uh...jammed...possibly with brain matter...I wouldn't touch it if I were you. You were exceptionally squeamish about the fingers so you better stay away. I'll...I'll fix it".

"Fix it!". Although his voice remained the same volume, John had stopped moving towards the sink at the words "brain matter". "Yes, I can see you're doing a good job too!", he waved his hands at Sherlock, who was now grasping onto the lampshade for balance, and gazing angrily at the water.

Then John chuckled, as he realised why Sherlock was acting like this. "Sherlock...? Are you afraid of the water?".

Glaring eyes pierced his and he stopped laughing. But the smile was still there.

"Swimming is a waste of time John, so I never bothered learning. And since I do not know how to swim it is logical to have an irrational fear of water. I didn't predict this amount of water would overflow, and so I hardly came prepared", he motioned at his suit.

John couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Ok...Sherlock, it's – it's like two feet deep! You don't need to be able to swim, you just need to stand!".

Gingerly, Sherlock frowned and shook his head, "No thank you. I'll just climb over to the sink. We have a number of furniture items that are not wet, it won't take long". With that he began the obstacle course again, clambering first onto John's armchair, and then reaching with one long leg towards the kitchen table.

Stifling his next words, John walked over to the sink and turned off the tap, before taking in the new swimming pool that was their flat. "Well, you're cleaning all of this up, including the brain matter, and...Oh Jesus...Sherlo - ...W-Where the hell are those spiders, and the – and the hand!".

As John began leaping out of the water in terror, Sherlock looked around in vague curiosity, "Hmmm, they must have fallen in...It will be interesting to see the results of the hand spending so much time in water...maybe not the spider so much, but the effects of drowning would be intriguing...".

Not waiting for the results, John yelled and then ran through the door and upstairs.

Sherlock, who had barely noticed, kept looking, "Oh no, wait - ". He reached onto the slightly damp living room table and picked up a cage with books stacked on top. Lifting it closer he peered inside and grinned, before shouting upwards through the ceiling, "DON'T WORRY JOHN! THE TARANTULA'S DIDN'T DROWN!".

After a few minutes of silence, he shrugged, stepped down into the slowly decreasing water level – thanks to the door John had left open – and began his exciting search for the hand.

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Don't worry, Sherlock finds the hand, eventually. But he just kind of leaves it where it is because by the time it's found, it has sort of merged into the wall and is growing a particularly interesting mold around it. So...

Yes, Saturday = check.

So the last chapter, and the last day, will be up as soon as it possibly can be, but don't worry, I'll make sure to leave enough time for you to review :)

Thanks for reading :)