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Sherlock Holmes (ifimnothungry) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-01-25 00:04:00

Entry tags:

john watson, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
WHAT: Sherlock stole John's mobile. John got a date out of it. Sherlock doesn't see what he did wrong.
WHEN: January 25th; evening
WHERE: John & Sherlock's flat
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

It had been a calming last few days, almost like normal except for the rather glaring absence of Mrs. Hudson, the fact he was no longer reporting to Lestrade, and the most obvious issues that came with no longer being in London but rather a replica American city. But all the same, with a job and John, Sherlock had been settling into the new dynamic well enough, and the small idiosyncrasies of the city had given him even more to think about. So much so that he'd decided, after a bit of deliberation, that he'd have to take action on them where his best friend wasn't willing to.

So, as it was, Sherlock had been sitting in the sitting room, a book in his hand, his attention only half focused on the words for the last few hours because of the action that he'd taken. Having sent an outgoing text from John's mobile earlier that afternoon, he'd been waiting for the device to signal an incoming message, one that he was certain would be an answer to the dominoes he'd set in motion. Overhearing the noise, followed by John's quiet yet only half concealed curse, Sherlock's attention had turned fully back to the book in hand but not before a smile smirk had blossomed on his features. Step one complete. Now, all he had to do was wait for John to confront him in order to initiate step two, and Sherlock was pretty sure that would be coming any second now.

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faithfulblogger
2012-01-27 06:47 am UTC (link)

John stared at his phone. And stared. And stared. Molly had texted him accepting his offer of a date. Except he hadn't made any offer of the sort. His idiot of a genius flatmate had stolen his phone and asked her on a date for him out of some strange notion that he could just change reality to suit his whims. His utterly mental whims. The problem wasn't that John didn't like Molly. He did. She was a pretty, intelligent and very sweet girl. He could see himself really enjoying a relationship with her given the chance. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Sherlock couldn't just decide how he wanted thing to go, then manipulate the situation to force the result he wanted.

He took a moment to compose himself then, when that failed, gave up trying and swore to himself before going into the living room. "Sherlock," he said with barely concealed irritation, "why the hell did you steal my phone and ask Molly to dinner? What were you thinking? Are you actually mad? You can't just...you can't do that. You can't manipulate people just to make things go the way you like. Now I can't take it back, because it would only hurt her, and she's going to end up hurt anyway. You just...you never think these things through, do you? You don't think about the consequences. You have to be absolutely the most idiotic genius I've ever met." Rant done, he sighed. "Where am I taking her to dinner?" he asked in a defeated tone, knowing Sherlock wouldn't have set this up without taking care of all the details.

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ifimnothungry
2012-01-27 07:11 am UTC (link)

Sherlock knew John would have objections. He'd made it very clear that he didn't think this situation was a very good one even if his reasons for thinking that had left Sherlock shaking his head. Molly would never settle for John when she was fixated on Sherlock? There were a number of issues which Sherlock had with that statement, first and foremost of them being that it would hardly be settling and the second of which is that despite her lingering crush, Molly was smart enough to understand that admitting friendship was the furthest that their relationship would ever develop. He was simply giving the two of them the nudge which it took for them both to overcome the boundaries which made John protest.

That was what friends did, was it not?

Allowing John's rant to wash over him, taking in what was being said, cataloging it, and filing it away from later reference, Sherlock produced a slip of paper from his pocket, holding it up to John without taking his eyes away from the book that he was so obviously not reading.

"The Isle Domingo. It's a lovely little restaurant in town. Remarkable ambiance. Very romantic, or at least, so it's been pointed out to me," Sherlock said, lifting his eyes very briefly from the book. "Nine o'clock, Friday. Reservations are under Dr. Watson. And you should probably dress up. You know how Molly tries when she thinks it's a special occasion. You don't want to look out of place," Sherlock said, smiling despite the annoyance present in his friend's features as he closed the book and stood, clapping John on the shoulders.

"I'd offer you one of my suits, but I'd hate for you to look like a child playing dress up in Daddy's clothes."

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