Sherlock sat huddled up in his chair,
his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the telly. He had been
flipping through the channels idly when singing dolphins caught his
“Hmm, this looks interesting
enough,” So Sherlock set the remote on the table and decided to
watch the movie.
When a man yawning graced the screen
Sherlock did a double take.
'That looks like John!' he thought.
But this man had slightly longer brownish-red hair and appeared a
few years younger. He was wearing a green bathrobe with a blue shirt
and red pajama pants.
After a few more minutes of watching
the man on screen, Sherlock yelled out to John, “John! What on
Earth are you doing in this movie!?”
John, who was making tea in the
kitchen, stopped what he was doing and asked Sherlock to repeat
“John you are in this movie. I
can see you plain as day. I demand you explain.”
John had no idea what his flatmate was
talking about so he left the kitchen to figure out what on Earth
Sherlock had done now.
“What are going on about? I'm not
in any movie you must be mis-,” John looked at the telly and
saw himself, lying in front of a bulldozer.
“What the hell am I doing in that
movie?!” John was shocked, he didn't remember being in any
movie or ever having a career as an actor. Yet, somehow, he was
staring in this movie.
John sat down next to Sherlock for
fear of fainting. As the man on the screen started to talk, Sherlock
turned the volume up.
“He even sounds like you!”
Out of sheer shock and surprise, they
ended up watching the entire movie. Occasionally Sherlock would make
a comment like “Its not possible to cut half your brain out and
still function that well” or “a point-of-view gun could
never exist” or John's personal favorite “If the world
was actually built and run by two mice as computer program, then why
would they want so many annoying people living on it”.
About a week later, Lestrade called
about a case. Neither man had spoken about that movie since. John was
in the shower at the time of the call. Sherlock knocked on the door
and told him to hurry, they have a case.
When John stepped out of the shower he
was wearing his bathrobe and nothing else.
“John, Lestrade called. He wants
us at Scotland Yard within the hour,” he paused and smirked
crossed his lips, “Oh, and John, don't forget your towel,”
He threw a towel at John and rushed down stairs to the cab waiting on
the street. John had never laughed so hard in his life.
John dressed and rushed after
Sherlock. Once he made it to the cab, he glanced at Sherlock and they
both started laughing.
At Scotland Yard, Lestrade filled them
in on the case, “A young man, aged around 20, was found dead.
He appears to have been strangled to death with a towel.”
Sherlock and John laughed so hard Lestrade thought they had finally