For John Watson

[howdull]

[Sherlock is still finding pieces of the melted laptop in the carpet.

It had actually been quite an ingenious booby trap to be devised by a fourteen year old boy with only household chemicals to work with but, as Sherlock surmised, rather overkill to keep his mother from finding his extensive porn collection. Not one of their more illustrious cases, but it had been quite entertaining to watch both the boy and mother's faces as he revealed that he did know the how and why. He lost interest after the mother started shouting and John started shouting and the whole thing turned tedious.

He rather thinks John won't actually be doing a full write-up of this one on his blog.

It's been two days since their last case and he's beginning to get more than a little antsy. Lestrade has sent him nothing, just a boring hit and run that he refused to even leave the flat for, and nobody interesting has appeared through the blog. Said blog he is currently scrolling through on John's laptop, having borrowed it again.

He did ask, it's not his fault John hadn't been in the room at the time.]

Bored, John.

[He doesn't even know if his flatmate is even in, but that's hardly a necessity for him to actually speak to John. Frustrated, he throws the laptop across the room to hit the wall, where it summarily breaks. Which is where he can be found whenever John appears, sulking amidst pieces of laptop, both from the melted one of their last case and John's poor broken one.]

Comments

[jumpthegun]

[That gets a raise of John's brow.]

You haven't got a second secret brother called Mycroft, have you? You do remember him trying to get you to leave me at the hospital, yes?

[howdull]

Yes, of course. He couldn't be more obvious in his regard for you.

[Seriously, John, pick up the cues.]

He thinks you're good for me, or some other such sentimental drivel.

[jumpthegun]

[That is the very opposite of the impression John had got from his interactions with the man thus far.]

S'pose I'm a body between you and Moriarty.

[That... makes more sense in the doctor's mind.]

All right, then. We still need a way for me to 'die' to get off the radar. D'you think... we could get into some sort of shoot out with the police and I could be killed in the scuffle. If you think that's something Lestrade would help us with.

[howdull]

[He finally turns to properly regard John, a rather unflattering look of surprise on his face as he nods.]

Not a wholly terrible plan, though I have some sincere doubts at how tolerant Lestrade will be feeling towards us currently.

[You know, given that they've escaped custody and hospital several times over at this point.]

[jumpthegun]

Unless you've got a better one, all we can do is try, really. Unless you think Molly or Mrs. Hudson could convincingly murder me, I think we're running low on options.

[howdull]

Perhaps not murder you, but we may need Molly's help to make it convincing to the world that you're actually gone.

[She'll help them, surely, she always seems to find a way to do what Sherlock wants. Most obliging of her.]

Divide and conquer, one of us ought to approach Lestrade and the other Molly.

[jumpthegun]

I reckon Lestrade's less pissed at you than he is at me right at this very second in time. I can take Molly?

[He feels like he can be gentler in requesting Molly's help.

And she won't yell at him.]

[howdull]

[Molly is usually more amenable to doing what he wants for some reason, but he can't deny that John is probably right in this case.]

I suppose Lestrade is less likely to have me escorted to a hospital bed and kept there.

[jumpthegun]

[John sighs in frustration.] Right. Okay. I'll- give Molly a ring, you take Lestrade and we can go from there. I never thought trying to fake my own bloody death would be this complicated.

[To be fair, he hasn't ever thought of faking his death.]

[gallowshumour]

[Sherlock gives no more reply to that than a cursory nod, before sweeping out of the room.

Molly has been resting at home, or trying to, it's hard to sleep with nightmares surrounding who she let into her life and if she's responsible for the horrors that have happened because of not seeing through Jim's lies. She jumps when her phone goes, but it's only halfway into the second ring when she answers.]

Yes? I mean-- um, Molly Hooper speaking.

[jumpthegun]

Molly! Hey, it's John. How's your arm doing?

[The smalltalk needs to be limited, but he is worried about her. Best to find out for sure that she's reasonably okay.]