A/N: Hello! This story is based on a point not long after A Study in Pink. I hope you will enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Sherlock. Unfortunately. :D

SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't seen Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman, and don't want to read spoilers, I suggest not reading this story. Thank you!

"SHERLOCK!" I screamed, my frantic voice echoing off the bare walls.

In the building across the narrow alley, Sherlock stared intently at a glass bottle he was holding up to the light, while what seemed to be an old cab driver was talking-

"You're starting that again," a voice groaned.

"Sorry, starting what?" John asked, turning away from his computer and faced Sherlock, who was standing in front of the fireplace.

Sherlock glared at him in the mirror, "You know what."John met his gaze blankly.

With an irritated air, Sherlock spun around to face him and said, "It should be something that could be read as fact, or you shouldn't even be blogging about something that their little minds can't handle."

"You haven't even read it," John said, his own irritation coloring his voice. "and how did you know I was blogging?"

Sherlock blinked at him in amazed silence. When he recovered, he said, slowly, "How the heck did you become a doctor? Haven't you noticed?"

John looked at him, confused and slightly insulted, then shook his head slightly. "I'm not doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Playing mind games with you." John said, turning back to his laptop.

Silence reigned for a few minutes with the exception of John's keyboard clicking. It was broken with, "So you really haven't noticed?"

With an annoyed sigh, John turned back to Sherlock, who was looking at him amused with his left arm propped up on the mantelpiece and his right hand in his pocket. "Noticed what?"

Sherlock gave him a triumphant half- smile and lifted his propped up arm, so that only his elbow and upper arm were resting on the mantelpiece. He pointed behind himself at the mirror. "Remember I was looking at the mirror and watched you type that hideous story."

"You can read backwards from that distence?" John asked, slightly skeptic.

"You never know when the talent might come in useful," Sherlock said, slightly defensive.

"Youu should still read it, preferably the correct way, before telling me that it's crap,"John grumbled, turning back to the laptop.

"What was that?"

"Don't you have something to work on? A case? An experiment that involves dead people?" John asked, without turning around.

"No, nothing that extravagant," Sherlock replied, too casually

John froze. Something told him that this was going to be a long day.

The End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Forgive me if there is a little OOC. Thank you for reading. :D