Sherlock

John's not in yet, good. I can easily finish this experiment. Give me two minutes, and then, voila. I don't know what it's actually supposed to do so lets try it anyway. I drag the extension cord closer to the outlet, which is hard to do considering all the plugs that are attached to it. Hopefully it'll just prove that one outlet can power about fifty electrical devices. It's probably not really a smart idea, but oh well. I'm bored. The door bangs open,

"JOHN!"

"SHERLOCK! What are you doing?" Stretch out, just a bit further and you can plug it in, plug it in!

"What does it look like?"

"Something stupid." Gotcha. I plug in the cord. There are sparks and I leap backward as the flat goes dark. "I was right. Something stupid."

"Shut up John. What happened?"

"You've shorted something out you git."

"What?"

"I don't know what you've done but now the lights won't work. You've surged the power you have. What's Mrs. Hudson going to say?"
"My thoughts exactly." Footsteps on the stairs, Mrs. Hudson. Oh no.

"What have you done Sherlock? Nothing's working!"

"Oh, um... That wasn't me." John hits me on the shoulder hard, how he can see me in the dark is a wonder. Wait, he was in the army, obviously he could shoot in the dark. He must have amazing hearing.

"Sherlock, don't you dare lie to her."

"Okay it was me. I don't know what I did." John hits me again,

"Yes you do!"

"I plugged in fifty seven appliances." Mrs. Hudson gasps audibly.

"SHERLOCK! Why would you do that?"

"Oh come on! It's not that big of a deal! I was bored. Now I'm not."

"Oh Hell Sherlock! Do you know how long it's going to take them to come and fix this?"

"A while I'd wager," Hopefully not too long. This is getting old fast. "Come on! You have to admit it's just a little bit exciting." Butter them up and they won't hate you so much.

"No, Sherlock, it actually isn't. It's annoying. I pop out for a few minutes and you destroy the place."

"JOHN! I didn't do anything!" Mrs. Hudson tsks before heading down the stairs,

"Might as well make a call. Get them out here. Fix my electricity." I sigh, Mrs. Hudson. Good job John. You called me out and now I'm in trouble.

"You make the call John. I've left my phone in the bedroom." John sighs,

"Sometimes I wonder about you."

"Why?"

"You're going to get yourself killed one day."

"Everyone dies John. Except for me of course." John chuckles before taking out his phone,

"Right. I remember that conversation."

"Good. Because I'm not having it again." I make my way to the couch. Bored now. Again. John hid my gun and Mrs. Hudson took my skull. I put my head in my hands sighing loudly, I am so bored!

"What Sherlock?"

"Bored. There's nothing to do."

"You killed the electricity, what do you expect?"

"Non boredom." John sighs, he just doesn't understand. "What can I do?"

"Call Lestrade,"

"Dull. He doesn't have anything for me."

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"Right. Read a book."

"There's no light."

"Right. Sorry. Go for a walk." Walking, that actually doesn't sound bad.

"Only if you come with me."

"Done."

"Never realized how boring life without electricity was."

"When we get back it should be fixed."

"I just hope my human liver doesn't go bad by that time."

"WHAT?"

"It's an experiment." I get up, time to go for a walk. Walks are nice. Sometimes anyway.

Sherlock Age: 19

I kick the rock down the sidewalk, brooding. I hate the snow, it's so... dull. I run my hand down the bricks, what fun. There is nothing to do. Bored. Nothing interesting is going on and I'm bored. Maybe I should walk to the library. I like to sit in the cafe sometimes, I like to watch the people, observe them. When I watch them, their whole life's story is presented to me on a plate. It's kind of interesting to see the normal mundane people, to see their lives. The cafe at the end of the street is my favorite. The owners are nice and the coffee is good. I push open the door and wave at the cashier,

"Morning Lou." She flashes me a brilliant smile,

"Good morning Sherlock. What will it be?"

"Oh. My usual. Large coffee, black, two sugars. Your hair looks nice today, what did you do to it?"

"I got it redyed last night." She flicks her obviously dyed black hair at me.

"New lip stick I see too." She smacks her lips, bright red.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, it's alright, I liked the other kind better." Her smile falters,

"Large coffee, black, two sugars coming right up." I smile as I pay her, ticking her off more. Oh she is so easy to mess with. It's hysterical. I take my coffee and sit in my usual corner, watching the people that enter and leave. It's been a productive morning. I could get used to this.