A/N: This one is set after Hounds, hope you enjoy :)
"If you're blogging about the dog, don't forget about Bluebell," Sherlock called out from the kitchen.
John paused in his typing, "Bluebell?"
"The rabbit," Sherlock clarified, swapping slides under his microscope.
"The rabbit?" John turned in his seat to look at Sherlock, "I can't write about being strapped to a bomb-"
"You really need to let that go," Sherlock interjected mildly, not looking up.
"-but I can write about some little girl's lost rabbit?" John finished, exasperated.
Sherlock shrugged a shoulder, "It's a case."
"You didn't even take it!"
"I solved it though, didn't I?" Sherlock replied easily, adjusting the dial on his microscope.
John narrowed his eyes, "What's so important about the rabbit Sherlock?"
"It's a detail, I thought your readers liked details," Sherlock replied, his tone holding a hint of mocking.
"In that case, should I add the part where you flipped out?" John muttered, turning back to his laptop.
"It's your blog."
"Don't do that," John ordered, turning back to look at him.
Sherlock looked up, clearly confused, "Do what?"
"Pretend that you don't care what's on my blog," John clarified, "because it's quite clear that you do."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sherlock replied, turning back to his microscope.
John regarded him suspiciously, "Are you editing cases for Molly's benefit again?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Sherlock retorted, turning away from John to write something down, "besides, I'm not editing, I'm providing you with more material."
"It's a rabbit!"
"You don't want little Kirsty to find out about her rabbit?" Sherlock asked with mock confusion.
"No, I don't think Kirsty should know that her mother is the one who stole her rabbit," John retorted.
"Suit yourself," Sherlock sniffed.
"Molly wouldn't like that part of the story either," John remarked irritably as he turned back to his laptop.
Sherlock chose to ignore his comment and turned his attention back to the microscope.
"How do you know she even reads this anyway?" John asked absently after a few minutes.
Sherlock shot him a look and John rolled his eyes, "Right, stupid question." He looked at him slyly, "I guess the real question is: why do you care?" he added after a moment, trying to sound casual.
"I told you, Molly is very distracting when she worries," Sherlock replied absently, setting the slide aside and writing another couple of notes.
"Adding the rabbit story has nothing to do with her worrying," John observed, "that sounds more like showing off."
"Yes, well, thank you for your insights, John," Sherlock said briskly, effectively ending the conversation as he busied himself with packing up his experiment.
John smirked as he turned back to his laptop, "Molly Hooper's a distraction all right," he murmured to himself as he switched to the other (newly resurrected) file.