On May 30th Sherlock, Beth and John were lounging around 221B. Sherlock and John were standing around the table in the front room whilst Beth was led out on the long sofa watching them both. Sherlock was wearing his red dressing gown over his clothing because Beth had decided to steal his blue one and wear it for herself. Opposite him was John, he was writing up a new case on his blog.
"What are you typing?" Sherlock asked, sipping from his tea.
"Blog."
"About?"
"Us."
"You mean me."
"Why?"
"Well, you're typing a lot."
The doorbell rang which started a train of clients to flood towards 221B throughout the weeks.
"Right then. So, what have we got?"
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"My wife seems to be spending a very long time at the office."
"Boring."
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"I think my husband might be having an affair."
"Yes."
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"She's not my real aunt. She's been replaced – I know she has. I know human ash.
"Leave.
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"We are prepared to offer any sum of money you care to mention for the recovery of these files."
"Boring."
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"We have this website. It explains the true meaning of comic books, 'cause people miss a lot of the themes."
Sherlock rolled his eyes in disinterest.
"But then all the comic books started coming true."
"Oh. Interesting."
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"'Geek Interpreter.' What's that?" Sherlock asked looking over John's shoulder at his blog.
"It's the title."
"What does it need a title for?"
"The title is what gets people interested, Sherlock." Beth sighed.
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At Barts hospital Sherlock a looking over a woman's body with his pocket magnifier, "Do people actually read your blog?"
"Where d'you think our clients come from?"
"I have a website."
"In which you enumerate two hundred and forty different types of tobacco ash."
"Nobody's reading your website." Beth added with a laugh making Sherlock pout.
"Right then: dyed blonde hair; no obvious cause of death except for these speckles, whatever they are." John points at the body.
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"Oh, for God's sakes!" Sherlock said, looking down at John updating his blog again.
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Distraction - Sherlock Fanfiction
FanfictionSherlock has always eliminated the unnecessary, filtered out all distractions to keep focus on what was important. What he didn't realize; his biggest distraction was her.
