The Blonde

The Boys

John stepped out of his room sleepily. It was nearly ten in the morning, but Sherlock kept him up half the night looking for his cigarettes, something he did when he was board and he was board when he wasn't working a case. Sherlock finally turned in around four.

He poured himself a cuppa and took a long drink. Hopefully a case would come up soon. Otherwise his flatmate was going to drive him mad. Another drink and that's when he noticed the quiet. Too quiet. The living room was empty as was the kitchen. He couldn't still be sleeping, could he?

John glanced at Sherlock's open door. He knew he should just sit down at the table and finish his tea, but curiosity got the better of him and he walked over to the doorway.

Sherlock was sitting in the middle of his bed in the same clothes he'd been wearing last night, including the blue house coat. He hadn't slept. He didn't seem to have noticed John, which happened quite often and was more than a little annoying.

"Morning," John said, hoping to get his flatmate's attention.

"Is it?" Sherlock asked without glancing up.

He was reading something on…

"Is that my laptop?"

"I believe so. Yes."

John crossed the room.

"Why aren't you using yours and don't give me that excuse that it's in your room because you're in your room."

He closed his laptop, much to Sherlock's annoyance, and picked it up.

"Don't blame me. Mrs. Hudson gave it to me."

"Mrs. Hudson gave you my laptop?"


"Why would she do that?"

"Because he called me in and asked me to bring it to him," Mrs. Hudson said.

John turned to see their landlady who Sherlock liked to refer to as their housekeeper, standing in the doorway.

"You asked her to bring it to you?" John asked, turning back to Sherlock.

"He said you wouldn't mind," Mrs. Hudson continued.

"He did, did he?" John asked, eyeing Sherlock.

"I couldn't find mine."

"You…" John walked over to the dresser and picked up the very visible laptop. "…couldn't find yours?"

"It was on the other side of the room."

John sighed and handed Sherlock's laptop over. His flatmate opened it and began typing.

"Look at the mess you've made," Mrs. Hudson chastised from the kitchen.

John was pretty sure she was referring to one of Sherlock's experiments on the table.

"Just clean it up," Sherlock said without taking his eyes from the screen.

"I'm not your housekeeper."

"What are you doing anyway?" John asked.

"Trying to find a case, but there's nothing on the website."


"Missing cat, cheating spouse, stolen wallet, Nothing."

"Maybe the stolen wallet-"

"I don't leave the house unless it's a seven and these are all threes, at best."

He was getting in one of his moods. John decided the best course of action was a hasty retreat.

"I've got to do a shopping run."


"For food. We do need to eat or, at least, I need to eat."

"Pick me up a pack," Sherlock called as John crossed the kitchen, noting that Mrs. Hudson was gone.

A quick shower and then a trip to the store and he was not going to be returning with a pack of cigarettes no matter what kind of mood his flatmate was in. Hopefully a case would crop up and Sherlock would forget about his habit.

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