For John Watson fans
Feb. 7th, 2011 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2/8/11 09:27 am (UTC)And now I want to read this happening in a fic.
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Date: 2/8/11 01:50 pm (UTC)"What?"
"The tool kit. You know, lives in a little faux leather case, zipped around the outside, whole horde of tools for keeping things together or taking them apart, taken by you the time we had to get Anderson out of his own handcuffs?"
"Oh, yes. Took it with me to the path lab. Think I may have left it in the morgue. Why?"
John gestured with his wireless keyboard. "Batteries are dead. Or at least pining for the fjords."
Sherlock let the newspaper drop and looked at John with a passable imitation of John's 'dubious' expression. "If you're going to tell me that your wireless keyboard's plumage was what attracted you to it...."
"No, no," John replied, switching the keyboard power off, and pushing Sherlock's papers aside without much care for where they landed. "Just it's 'locking battery door' feature. The last one I had kept on popping open whenever I moved the blasted thing." He pulled Sherlock's lighted magnifying glass down, examined the tiny screw, and nodded. "Oh, good. Not Phillips', hex or Allen. Thank God. Back in a mo."
John pushed back from the desk and tromped upstairs, each step radiating his displeasure at Sherlock's appropriation of his tool kit. He tromped back downstairs with an ammunition case in his hand. He opened it, pulled a piece of metal out, and gently worked the plastic door open. Two seconds later, he had the batteries changed, the door replaced and secured with duct tape (the screw went into a Ziplock bag and was taped to the interior of the ammo case), and went back to typing.
The 'bing!' of the alert for John's blog update chirped on to Sherlock's browser a moment later.
"Complete berk of a flatmate took my tool kit. Just used Taliban rocket shrapnel to unscrew battery case on my wireless keyboard: John 1, Taliban nil."
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Date: 2/8/11 08:34 pm (UTC)This snippet contains so much win it cannot be textually rendered.
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