Not beta-read, not checked, RIDICULOUSLY short and will be updated later :)
The morning was grey and slow. Even John had to admit that after a while, not having a case was starting to get on his nerves. And not only because Sherlock had the annoying habit to start throwing things around when he needed a relief from the boredom that invaded his brain. However, mostly because of that. When a book almost hit him straight in the eye, -luckily he managed to catch it just in time- he had enough. "SHERLOCK. Get a grip, man!"
"Bored." Was all the detective replied, before sighing and suddenly falling to the floor, pressing his face against the wood. "So so bored, John."
John could only stare at him in confusion, part of him aching to take a picture of this, so he could make a new blog post that would gain him a lot of followers, -people loved their 'domestic lifestyle', as Mrs. Hudson had so sweetly informed him a couple days ago. "Only reason they visit the blog, dearie"- and another part telling him he should get Sherlock all the drugs he could ever take, just so John could finally finish his book. He shook the tempting thought out of his head - it would be completely irresponsible, - and instead smiled. "Shall I make you some tea?"
"No. Tea is boring."
"Yes, Sherlock, I know." It was like dealing with a child. A very stubborn one. John was sure he hadn't been this difficult to his nannies. All the times he got punished suddenly seemed very unfair, if he thought about what he had to deal with every day for the last week. Now if only he could think of something to keep Sherlock's mind busy, to somehow occupy him... He put the kettle on, preparing a plate for the tea and then leaning against the table and allowing himself to get lost in though. Reading wouldn't work, since Sherlock would dispose of the book if the first page did not appeal to him, and giving him free access to the telly would result in loud complaining for the entire evening, so that was also not an option.
"Oh." He suddenly remembered the little conversation they had shared a couple weeks earlier, and he couldn't suppress the grin that was spreading over his face. "Ohh. That's brilliant, John. Well done, man." He realised that he was talking to himself, but he honestly couldn't care less because, yes, he had finally thought of a way he could perhaps enjoy a couple quiet hours, and if he was a very lucky man and his plan worked, even more. "Sherlock? I'll be out for a bit, okay? Do try to not break anything." Tea would have to wait until later.
A.N. My darling readers. Thank you all SO much for following this story, and welcome back to this story I had seemingly abandoned. The truth is: I did not. But I've been ridiculously busy (layouting, studying, writing, more layouting, more studying) and I will continue to be busy until early September. T.T But I will attempt to update the second part of this chapter asap. If you would be interested in keeping up with my real life and why I am not updating, my Tumblr URL is 'sherlokiddo'.
I've also been attempting to Sherlock-y-fy a couple disney songs, which have resulted in hilarious concoctions such as "I'll make a detective out of you", "Moriarty and the Beast" and "Happy Murder Song", but I won't bother you with those (until they're finished, at least ehehehehe).
Once again, thank you, follows and feedback are much welcomed and appreciated. Goodbye for now.
xx Alex