Scientific Research

Author's Note: Short, like REALLY short, story I wrote. I was bored, so I thought; why not write a slightly cracky Sherlock fic? So here it is.

Dedicated to Jenn, because it's her birthday!

John sat in a dimly lit room.

He had no idea where he was, or how he got there. Dazed and really confused, John stood up.

"Hmm…" said a voice. The voice seemed to be coming from nowhere. John looked around. Nothing…

"How very interesting," the voice said again.

John heard footsteps to his right. He turned his head, but he saw nothing.

"Oh, yes. Very good." Just then something touched John's head.


John opened his eyes, and was startled to see Sherlock staring intently down at him.

"Um, Sherlock, what are you doing?" John asked cautiously.

"Scientific research," He replied. Then, very abruptly, he stood up, put his coat on, and walked out the flat's door.

"Ah, Sherlock?" John said, jumping up from the couch, which he had fallen asleep on. "Sherlock! Sherlock! What kind of scientific research?"


Author's Note: Review? Pleeeeeease?