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Post by John Watson on Jan 24, 2012 2:32:00 GMT -5
John hated Mondays. It didn't matter that he hadn't worked in months or that he didn't really have a reason to hate Mondays anymore. He just hated them. He especially hated them when the first things he heard were tiny, repeated bars of music being played on a violin. He normally didn't mind the violin but this? They weren't even musically coherent.
"Sherlock..." he groaned to himself, sitting up on his bed. He was never going to get a break, was he?
Bleary-eyed, messy haired, and a bit grumpy, John put on his dressing gown and marched into the sitting room.
He fully meant to say something. Something along the lines of 'Really, Sherlock. This early in the morning?' or 'Why aren't you using the mute I bought you?' But Sherlock looked so engrossed, he decided to let it go. All he did was sigh audibly to let him know he was in the room now, grabbed a paper from the coffee table, and sat down on his chair.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 24, 2012 2:39:59 GMT -5
Sherlock, on the other hand, gave no preference to any one day of the week. They were all the same to him. Except Sundays. Sundays were always boring. Nothing of consequence ever happened on Sundays.
He was still in his silk dressing gown--a gift from a client--and dingy pyjamas.
"John," he acknowledged, without diverting his glance from his beloved instrument. He ran his bow over the strings several times, trying out various notes and running them together. "You're finally up."
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Post by John Watson on Jan 24, 2012 2:46:03 GMT -5
He cocked an eyebrow.
"Finally? It's barely five past seven," he said, stifling a yawn.
Well, it was the usual with the papers. Just the daily death toll. He opened up his laptop thinking it would be a bit more promising. Maybe even a new case for his flatmate.
"You're composing," he observed. It was more of a question, though.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 24, 2012 2:52:19 GMT -5
"Time waits for no man," he returned, only stopping his playing to address the inferred question. "And yes. Making art, one might say. Problem?"
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Post by John Watson on Jan 24, 2012 3:05:56 GMT -5
He shook his head.
"Why would I have a problem?" he said rhetorically as he went through his blog. "It's just repeating notes at seven in the morning. On a Monday."
Not much on his blog. Well, that was a lie. There was a handful on his blog. Just nothing Sherlock would be interested in. Nonetheless, John decided to toss a few of the ideas at him. But not before he started to get the kettle going for some tea.
"An auction in Sotheby's has been put on hold," he called out from the kitchen, trying to be heard over the sound of the violin. "Some rare vintage has turned up missing. It's on my computer. My open computer..."
Please put that bloody instrument down and look at my laptop...
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 24, 2012 3:12:19 GMT -5
"Fake!" he exclaimed, starting up his violin again rather vigorously.
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Post by John Watson on Jan 24, 2012 3:53:14 GMT -5
John looked up towards the ceiling and sighed. Of course.
"Of course it's a fake," he muttered to himself. And of course Sherlock knew about the case because he had already been in his laptop. Again. How did he manage to keep getting past his password? 'Fighting5th' was as random as he could go without forgetting his own password.
He grimaced, unable to help his amusement. It was always quite impressive, even if it was his privacy being invaded. It was only his privacy after all.
"Did you want--" he began then paused as the playing kept getting louder and more vivacious. Shouting over it was getting tedious. And knowing Sherlock, he probably hadn't had anything yet. Once he got into a project, he was pretty much tunnel vision all the way through. John just figured he'd make two cups then go from there.
"Never mind."
After a couple minutes, John came out of the kitchen with two cups of tea. One he placed on the desk near Sherlock, and the other, he took back to his chair.
"What's going on, then?" he asked during a brief pause in playing.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 25, 2012 3:52:29 GMT -5
"How do you mean?" he inquired, tucking his bow under one arm to jot down a few musical notes on a spare piece of yellowing parchment. "Yes--I think I've got it," he was heard muttering to himself.
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Post by John Watson on Jan 25, 2012 4:09:45 GMT -5
He shrugged as he took a sip.
"Well that's happy, isn't it?" he stated briefly, referring to the jaunty piece of music he had put together. "No case since that missing persons mystery two weeks ago but you're not shooting holes in walls or stomping around asking for smokes. You're just writing happy music. You haven't composed since..."
Ooh... best not bring that up.
He tried his best to make the trail off as convincing as possible but failed and just brought the cup back up to his mouth instead of going on trying.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 0:08:04 GMT -5
But Sherlock was a consulting detective--and a brilliant one at that--for a reason. And it wasn't just because he'd made up the job. Or because he was the only one in the world.
"Since...?" he repeated, dropping his gaze and rotating his shoulders but not quite facing John. He was still holding his violin and bow. "Since what? John, you know I hate it when you leave your sentences incomplete."
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 0:38:15 GMT -5
Damn.
"Since, you know, the uh..."
Adler debacle--
"--Earlier this year. It's been months."
John took another drink from his cup. He couldn't help think it a clever save.
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 0:42:46 GMT -5
"Oh. Has it? I hadn't noticed."
He did finally set aside his instrument to pick up his cup of tea. He sniffed at it distastefully several times.
"Bit too much sugar. Excessively sweet. Like your disposition."
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 1:06:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm proper a Mary Poppins," he scoffed. "And careful: that sounded like a compliment. Wouldn't want the world thinking 'Hat Man' was a big old softie."
John emphatically held up that day's paper. Sherlock wasn't on the front page like he was a few months ago but that picture of him with the deerstalker was on a page further back in an article titled "Hat Man and Robin: What's Next for the Blogging Detectives?"
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Post by Sherlock on Jan 26, 2012 1:50:53 GMT -5
"Yes, I agree, emotions are crippling," he remarked, immediately setting down his cup and saucer and seizing the paper from his flatmate. He began pacing the length of the living room with it held high and spread out in his hands. "The hat--why is it always the hat photograph?"
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Post by John Watson on Jan 26, 2012 2:12:50 GMT -5
"Well, they can't very well use your grade school photos, can they?" he quipped as well. "It says there that you've got an internet following. Some sort of fanclub. It's a matter of time before you become a household name. Might want to watch it."
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