LET'S DO THIS THING

[aphelionix]

While by no means a device to get Sherlock to shut up, the telly did manage to at least make him sit in one place. (Unless he was particularly into one of the cheesy soaps on, in which case he'd jump out of his chair and yell at the actors.) He had recently gotten into another disagreement with his brother, as well, and it was a good distraction. It kept John from getting caught in the middle, holding each brother at arms length away from each others' throats.

There was the occasional text Sherlock would look at and ignore, going back to the telly. Lestrade didn't have any good cases for him. He put his phone back in his pocket, huffing with disappointment.

"John. Want some tea?" he said, making the motion to look over his shoulder, despite not looking away from the screen.

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[aphelionix]

"Then what do you suggest?" he asked, flopping his arms back on his chair, sighing.

[pugsmuggler]

"Oh, come on, Sherlock," John said, undoing his coat. "It's not like I came back here to entertain you. Find something on the telly."

[aphelionix]

Sherlock frowned, but turned on the television.

"That woman," he said, "Sounds awfully suspicious. Dropping off a number and running."

[pugsmuggler]

John shrugged. "It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

"These days people are even using the internet to hook up."

[aphelionix]

"Sounds risky."

[pugsmuggler]

"Surely no more than having Sherlock Holmes as my flatmate."

[aphelionix]

John got a glare in return. Even though it was true.

"And yet you're still here. Why, John?"

Though posed as a joking question, Sherlock was looking at him intently; curiously.

[pugsmuggler]

"You know," John said. "I'm not sure."

"Maybe I should ask my therapist."

[aphelionix]

Sherlock smiled a little.

"Maybe you should."

[pugsmuggler]

"Well, regardless," John continued. "There's still no reason to cancel my plans for tomorrow."

"So the date is still on."

[aphelionix]

For just a moment, his smile twitched. Sherlock turned back to the television.

"Right."

Damn. This wasn't going to go well.

"Are you sure she's not one of Mycroft's assistants sent to kidnap you again? Maybe he's got some new... subtle method, or something."

[pugsmuggler]

"Fortunately, your brother is hardly a threat," John reminded.

"And for your information, I've found most of his attendants quite attractive."

[aphelionix]

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at John, tilting his head.

"You have?"

[pugsmuggler]

"Yes?" John met Sherlock's glance incredulously.

[aphelionix]

He scoffed.

"Mycroft knows your weakness. You fall for it too easily. Pretty girl says, 'get in the car' and you hop right in. Clever."

[pugsmuggler]

John pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment before drawing them back into a straight line. "Excuse me if a fail to see the problem here," he said, shedding his jacket. "The worst your brother is going to do is waste my time."

[aphelionix]

Sherlock rolled his eyes. This wasn't working out.

"Fine, fine," he said, turning back to the television.

[pugsmuggler]

"Why, exactly, does it bother you what I do with my time, anyway?" John pressed, brow furrowing. "Do you... have a problem with me dating women?"

[aphelionix]

Sherlock glanced at John out of the corner of his eye.

"No," he replied simply. "This particular case just seems awfully... off."

[pugsmuggler]

"Right, so you practically ruin every chance I have at a relationship for the past six- seven months, and now you don't want me to go on a date because something seems off," John mumbled. "I'm sure there's no relation there whatsoever."

[aphelionix]

"It's not like I ruin it on purpose," Sherlock sighed. "It's not my fault they can't keep up with you, who can't keep up with me."

[pugsmuggler]

"Yes, of course it's not," John rolled his eyes, grabbing for his laptop. He would rather occupy his time with the net then to deal with a "bored" Sherlock.

[aphelionix]

Ah, but the poor veteran already had dealt with a bored Sherlock.

Sherlock tapped his fingers against his knee. While he enjoyed a good problem to solve, this wouldn't have been among the sort he'd want to deal with himself. (But it was still better than boredom.)

Getting up from his seat, Sherlock settled himself across from John, staring at him from above his laptop screen.

"Don't go on that date tomorrow," he said.

[pugsmuggler]

"Wha-" John stared up at Sherlock with confused, squinting eyes. "Why not?!"

[aphelionix]

"Just don't. It's a bad idea."