AN: so i wasnt feeling particularly write-y today... so i posted instead! yay! you get more story!
i have a dilemma... we can continue to post short chapters almost daily... or we can write long chapters and post irregularly. which do you guys prefer?
because you see, this chapter, and the two after it, were actually originally a long chapter, but because we wanted to update, we split it.
Your thoughts on this would be appreciated.
Disclaimer:
K: i dont feel like it today sky- i mean elle.
E: its a legal thing. you dont have a choice.
K: fine. I guess we dont own HP or Sherlock... D*mmit!
John stumbled into his chair.
He didn't want to see Sherlock or Silie, if that was even her name. Sherlock had called her something else. What it was, John didn't care.
He stood to make tea. He picks up the kettle fills it with with enough water for 6. Walking to his bedroom to grab his otter, he sigh. Then he returned to his chair where the two standing there had not answered him and continued to argue with one another.
"- can't take him with you, Sherlock!" Silie- or whatever her name was- was saying. "It's too dangerous!"
"I need John's help and he loves danger. It arouses him. He gets off on it." Sherlock continued this argument. He wanted to hear Eilis say it. Say what she always does when it comes to John and Sherlock.
Wait, what? John's brain protested silently. He didn't get off on anything of the sort. And, for Sherlock to suggest such a thing, as if he had actually been paying attention to John...
John swallowed hard and attempted to calm his nerves to little avail. I'm not gay.
But, he wasn't sure he believed himself.
"You would know that!" John's ex was screaming, right in Sherlock's face. A dark aura seemed to radiate off of her.
"I don't catch your meaning." Sherlock insisted. Wanting her to say it. Right here in front of John.
John saw the conversation going downhill and decided to didn't like to see them argue. His otter can only make him feel so fuzzy inside for so long. "What in hell is going on here?"
Sillie- or whatever- looked at him in surprise. "John! oh god you scared me ." The tea kettle began to whistle. John stood and left to stop the noise and finish the tea.
"What on Earth are you trying? God Sherlock you are an Idiot." Eilis got much quieter and sat down on the couch. She needed to control herself.
"Oh I just thought John should hear what you say all the time….. about me and him." Sherlock sat as well. His mind needed to control his transport. He steepled his hands under his chin in his thinking pose.
John came in with a cup of tea for Sherlock, two sugars, and a cup for whats-her-name, 6 sugars, and one for himself with no sugar.
"Well, what is going on?" John's stare bored into them. Making them feel uncomfortable. With Sherlock being socially unacceptable, of course he would said something horrid.
"I have packed your bags and you are going on a trip." Sherlock turned to Sil-no whatever her named just happened to be at this moment.
John couldn't take this. He was leaving? He couldn't afford to go anywhere. Then he saw suitcases. They were full of his clothes and his toothbrush and all of his toiletries.
"Sherlock, He is not going. He can't know. Not this time. No. That's why I left Sherlock. What if-" Eilis started yelling at Sherlock, again.
John began to tune her out. He didn't want to hear any more. He was hurt, and being kicked out. He couldn't take it. A tear rolled down his face.
so what'd youthink? make it longer? keep em short and coming quick?
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