Laura's P.O.V:
I was sitting on the couch listening to Sherlock play violin. Sabina was with a friend and John was at work, while I was at home hopelessly sick.
"How do you do this all day?" I asked.
"I get bored." He replied casually.
"Well, I should be doing something! I should be in my office working on patients!" I exclaimed.
"It's not my fault you went out in the rain." He replied as he kept chainsaw sounds coming out of his violin. I... mean he was strumming...
I sat back down and opened my laptop to John's blog, and opened Sherlock's website on another tab.
"D'you normally do this?" I asked as I read John's blog.
"Pardon?"
"Solve cases, get taken hostage and get put on the verge of death!" I said flopping over in John's chair.
"On our good days." Sherlock replied, plucking another string.
"I'm making tea, want some?" I asked shutting the laptop.
"None for me." He replied and launched into a very strong Mozart piece.
I opened the cupboard and was greeted by about 50 canned eyeballs.
"DAMNIT!" I screamed as the jar splintered to pieces on the ground, spilling its contents everywear.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!" I yelled hopping from foot to foot.
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN HERE?" I shrieked.
"Everything alright?" Sherlock asked.
"If the definition of alright is a heart attack, then yes!" I yelled.
"Sarcasm isn't appreciated." Sherlock said dully back.
After about a full two hours, I heard a loud bang followed by another and raced in from where I was snooping around in John's room. I found a bored Sherlock in nothing but a house coat shooting the wall.
"What are you bloody doing?" I shouted above the noise.
"I'm bored." He replied.
"At least put some clothes on!" I yelled.
"Why should I?" Sherlock said back.
Oh boy. He was in the worst stage of boredom again.
"C'mon. Put your clothes on and we'll go out."
*****
"You like John, don't you?" Sherlock stated plainly, in more of an statement than a question.
"Umm... Yeah, I do" I said.
"You should tell him." Sherlock said calmly.
"WHAT!!?"
"Give it a try. Try this..."
*****
Sabina's P.O.V:
I said bye to Zoe and left the town square to go back home.
"I'm... back?"
I walked through the door.
"Anyone home?..." I paused and looked up the stairs.
"Guess not." I mumbled.
I walked in to Sherlock's part of the flat and jumped back seeing John in his chair.
"Productive day?" he asked not looking up from the paper.
"Where are they?" I said, suddenly jealous of Laura being with Sherlock.
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Those Memories (A Sherlock Fanfic)
FanfictionLaura was sort of overdramatic. But hey, so were the people in the flat above hers! She kind of had a crush on... A rather short blogger. I mean, ask anyone! It's not like it wasn't obvious that both the blogger and Laura had a connection. Of cours...
