suprncva said
"Where the fuck did that clown come from?" , Johnlock? (sorry, I wanted to do a hard one!)
John kept a boring job and ran errands just to remember what real life is (also because Sherlock will go to the store to get eggs and come back with eyeballs or something). Just for a bit of sanity in his insane world. When you’re dating Sherlock Holmes, you never know what’s going on. The week had been surprisingly normal. Of course, when he got home to 221b he was reminded of everything. The was a gigantic clown. Sitting in his living room. In his chair. Not moving. It had not been there when he went to get milk ten minutes ago.
“Where the fuck did that clown come from?!” John yelled at Sherlock, who was sitting across from said clown, studying it.
“Sh,” Sherlock replied “I’m working.”
“You’re not fucking working! There’s a CLOWN sitting in MY CHAIR that wasn’t there TEN MINUTES AGO and I just want to sit down!” John yelled back. Really. Next there would be an elephant in the room.
John yelped as Sherlock pulled him down onto his lap. “Here sit,” Sherlock said as if that solved the problem. John started to sputter but Sherlock interrupted him “This clown got here about five and a half minutes ago, well five minutes and 28 seconds to be exact and in fact he’s not a clown, he just needed a disguise, in fact we don’t know if he is a he at all, for all i can tell the clown is a she but soon i will be able to tell.”
“Are you John Watson?” the clown asked, turning to John.
“Uh…” John said surprised “Yes, that’s me.”
The clown handed him a package and then got up and left the flat as if this was all perfectly normal behavior. Carefully, John opened the package at arm’s length. Inside was an oddly shaped box with a note attached. He took it off and read it.
You and Sherlock have some fun tonight. I told you that you weren’t completely straight. - Irene
