Nabrun

Chapter 27: Fencing Fencing "John! We're going out!" Sherlock's voice echoed throughout the entire flat. John snuggled deeper into his blankets, and tried to ignore the pounding steps racing up the staircase. He glared at the door, as Sherlock hammered it from outside. "Go away." John called. "It's time to get up! We have an appointment to make-" "What if I don't want to go!?" John bellowed. No sound came from the other side of the door for a moment. "Well.." Sherlock said, hesitantly. "If you really don't want to come along..." John moaned into his pillow, knowing exactly what Sherlock was doing outside his door. "Quit it!" John said. "I was

CRAYFISH John Watson smiled in relaxation, as he basked in the sun's warm light. He was sitting on a bench overlooking The Thames, accompanied by a very surly detective. John could practically feel the waves of irritation washing off of his companion. John reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced at him. He was met with an icy glare. "Please enlighten me, as to why you interrupted me during a high-stakes case, and dragged me to a soggy park bench in front of a polluted river?" John rolled his eyes in Sherlock Homes' direction. Must we do this every time? He sighed and laid his head back on the seat. "You have been in seclusion for going on 37