Chapter 3

Author's Note: Here is the next chapter, if you will, of My friend and Mine's "texts" between Sherlock and John. This is post-Reichenbach, and it includes a special thing. See if you can figure it out! Enjoy! :D

Blue TARDIS Everdeen

John? What rubbish are you putting on your blog now? –SH

You told me you didn't like pears! I'm just writing down what you said….I already finished Doctor Who. I can't wait for series seven! -John

Doctor Who? Is that more crap telly that you are ridiculously fond of watching? -SH

Yes! I have to do SOMETHING while you are off gallivanting around. -John

Yes, but if you spent just as much time reading my website, you wouldn't be such an idiot like the rest of humanity. –SH

You're website is stupid! Nobody reads your website? Where do you think all of our clients come from? I don't think anyone wants to read about ash. –John

Tobacco ash! And at least I keep all the facts straight. You keep messing all the dates up. This is the 12th time you made a chronological error. –SH

Fine. If you're so keen on dates, you fix it yourself, since you already know my bloody password! –John

Editing? Bah. Boring. –SH

Well I'm not going to fix it. And when exactly are you going to tell me how you survived that fall? I was worried sick you bastard! –John

Ummm…Blue. –SH

Blue? What the hell is Blue? –John

Blue. Why can't you just think? –SH

Did you fall into something blue? Like what? A rubbish bin? –John

Think. The clues I gave you. Crap telly. Getting the dates wrong. Blue. –SH

Something to do with Doctor Who? –John

John, you are truly amazing sometimes! Yes. Two more clues. Swimming pool. Vortex Manipulator. –SH

You fell into a swimming pool…wait,….isn't there a swimming pool in the….no…no it's…..not possible….is it? –John

Brilliant, as my new acquaintance would say. –SH

Does your 'acquaintance' happen to wear a brown trench coat and high tops? And does he (I'm assuming it's a he) travel in a blue box? –John

You have the facts before you. –SH

Bloody Hell! Sherlock, if you're joking I swear to God I will kill you! –John

John, I must go. A man named Moran has hired the Daleks to kill me. I cannot return to London for a time. To keep you safe. –SH

Wait! Take me with you! I want to meet the Doctor! Sherlock! –John

Sorry, John. It's vital that you stay. I may not survive, and someone must make sure that Moran cannot take over the world. And John… -SH

John? –SH

I'm here. What else did you want to say? –John

Three words. –SH

And they are? –John