John
It's been a long day. Maybe the letter that I want to come has finally found it's way into my mail box. I trudge up the stairs again, feeling slightly tired and a little annoyed that Sherlock had already gotten the mail and had sent me downstairs to check. Sometimes I wonder if that man has mental problems.
"Sherlock! Where's the mail?"
"On the mantle piece." Comes the reply from the kitchen. What's he up to? Doesn't matter. Mail first, worry about Sherlock later.
"On the mant- Sherlock!" Jack knifed to it more like. I grumble as I tug the knife out of the mantle piece and collect my mail, throwing myself into my usual armchair. "Bills, bills, bills. Junk." I flick through the envelopes. "Something for Sherlock. Where are you? Oh." I pull my letter from the stack and let the rest of the mail fall to the floor. Good. Finally.
"What'd you say was for me?"
"Oh, you got a letter."
"Where is it?"
"The floor. Excuse me Sherlock." I get up to go to my room, letter held high. I've been waiting for this for a long time. A letter from my sister. She won't email me, so she'll write letters every once in a while, she's traveling recently. Sometimes she can be ridiculous, but sometimes she can be a sweetheart, which is just the kind of think I need right now. Harry to lift my spirits.
"What's that then John?" Sherlock leans against the kitchen door frame, eying me curiously.
"Just a letter."
"Just a letter? Oh I doubt that. Came from America, at least that's what the stamps say. Who's it from? I didn't get a good look."
"None of your business Sherlock. It's a personal letter, addressed to me."
"And I make it a point to know what is going on with my flatmate." He bars the door as I try to leave and pushes me onto the couch instead. "Who's it from?" I glare at him, saying nothing. He had sat down next to me and tries to take the letter. I hold it high over my head, reaching as far as I can and leaning away from him so that I'm almost lying on my side. He wiggles his fingers, just inches away from my letter. No. Mine! I poke his side with my free hand. He makes a noise as he collapses into my lap. "Not fair."
"Are you ticklish?" The news dawns on me. I had never thought that Sherlock could be ticklish.
"NO!" He replies angrily before sitting up and trying to grab my letter again. Experimentally, I jab his side lightly again. He shrieks and collapses again. "Stop it." I start to laugh, and stuff my letter up my shirt.
"SHERLOCK HOLMES IS TICKLISH!"
"Stop it."
"NO! This is great! Going in the blog as soon as I finish down here! Hilarious! Tickle tickle!" I wiggle my fingers toward his sides playfully. He looks livid as he backs up and falls off the couch to avoid my fingers.
"Stop it!" Still laughing I bolt for the now empty door way, only to fall to the floor when Sherlock clutches my ankles.
"Cheater!"
"No. You cheated." He helps me to my feet, stony faced. Not playing anymore. Note to self, don't tickle him. Suddenly, without showing any sign of thinking to do so before, Sherlock shoves his hand up my shirt and grabs the letter pulling it out in one fluid motion, grinning triumphantly. His fingers had left a trail of coldness down my chest and I rub it, trying to warm everything back up again. I glare at him as he slits my letter open and pulls out a single sheet of paper. I glare.
"Now that's really cheating."
"All's fair my friend. All's fair." His eyes scan over the letter and he snickers when he reaches the end. "I think you're going to like it John. Indeed you will." He thrusts the letter in my direction, and it floats to the floor. I just stare at him as he goes for the kitchen again.
"Cheater." I mutter again as I gather the letter in my hands and stand up, sitting on the couch before I start to read.
John,
You have no idea what I've seen this weekend. Take a guess. No, don't. I say the most McDonald's I have ever seen in my entire life. Everyone here just goes in, comes out, and then in a few hours, goes back in. I've been so bored for the past week, I've sat at a cafe across the street from the McDonald's that's a few blocks from where I'm staying. I've sat there and watched the same people walk by every couple of hours. It's ridiculous. I think you'd be amazed at how right some of the stereotypes are.
Just thought you'd like to know that I'm doing really well. Can't wait to see you again, in a long time, and I hope you and Sherlock are doing okay. I think he does you good. Just saying. I'm going to Egypt next, I'll include some pictures. Just thought you should know. Love you lots. Not really.
Harry.
I start to giggle again. Egypt? That made my day. She won't last one day in Egypt. Especially not Cairo. Silly girl. That's my sister for you. Sounds just like her.
"Told you that you'd like it." His voice drifts in from the kitchen.
"Thanks Sherlock."
"Yeah."
"You're still a cheater." I reply. I start to take my shoes off, setting them by the couch and propping my feet on the abused coffee table. Sherlock peeks in from around the corner.
"Me? A cheater? You must be out of your damn mind." I smile.
"You're a cheater."
"This is childish, and I will win."
"No you won't."
"I will." He races across the room and attacks my feet, wiggling his fingers over them. GOD THAT TICKLES. I curl up into a ball,
"STOP!" I kick my feet. The tickling doesn't stop. I can't make him stop. "STOOOP!"
"NO!" He then attacks my sides.
"Stooop!" I can't breathe I'm laughing so hard. This is ridiculous. "TRUCE! TRUCE!" He smiles. The tickling stops. I sit up slowly. My stomach hurts. I take a few big gulps of air, recovering enough to jab his sides. He topples over. It's going to be a long night. He squeals and rolls around as I tickle him. I stop and try to race up the stairs, but am immediately attacked on the sides and I'm down again. It's a tickle fight. And I am ill prepared.
FYI: This started as something totally different. I can't decide if I'm happy with this or not. Also: Two chapters left. How does that make you feel? I know I'm sad. But whatever. Love you all loads. I'll make a chapter forty one like with 'This Should Be Interesting' so that means three chapters left but still... I'll leave with a bang again. Just like old times. It's going to be amazing.
Have a brilliant weekend.
Hope you enjoyed this.
Until Gallifrey is free,
Time Lord Victorious