He'd managed to persuade them to let him out early, it helped that he was able to run circles around them with his mind. He was able to walk now, with the aid of crutches and was told to come back for a checkup very soon. He didn't intend to. His suit was ruined, so the hospital staff had kindly provided him with some clothes. Nothing expensive, nothing in his taste at all. Something borrowed from one of the male nurses.
Jeans and a hoodie. Really, jeans and a hoodie. Thank goodness no one could see him or he really would die, but of embarrassment. Yes they were comfortable but he was certain they didn't suit him. He probably looked ridiculous.
Oh well, the sooner he was home, the sooner he could dress himself in one of his three piece suits. Something bespoke. Anything but this, hopefully no one would recognise him just yet. The last thing he needed was Sherlock or someone else seeing him in this hideous attire and never letting him forget it.
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Back in 221b, Sherlock and John were packing. Though it was more John was packing for the both of them. Sherlock had odd ideas on what one brought with them on ones holiday.
“You can't take the microscope Sherlock!”
“Why not?”
“One, it won't fit, two you won't have room for much clothes or anything else and three, its a bloody microscope!”
“I fail to see a good reason why not”
“I just told you!”
“A 'good' reason”
John wrung his hands in frustration.
“You aren't taking it and thats final!”
“You're not my mother John”
John ran to Sherlock's case and grabbed the microscope. What resulted was a chase around the flat before John finally hid the microscope in his room. “Why can't you bring some books or something, you're bringing your laptop, you don't need anything else!... I mean besides clothes”
“I am bringing books!”
“The history of british serial killers is not something one reads on vacation!”
“You are never satisfied are you?”
John flipped open the closed suitcase.
“And another thing, you are not bringing the skull!”
“But you said I could bring something so I'd feel at home”
“Yes but not the skull!”
Sherlock knew a way out of this situation. He pouted. “But it's my friend, John..” John rolled his eyes. “That make work on some people but it won't work on me. Think of customs Sherlock! You can't go on vacation with a skull, we'll be arrested!”
“You're overreacting”
“Look, just....” He was so frustrated but pleased that they were getting back to the light hearted banter he was used too.
“I can't bring the skull, I can't bring my microscope, won't don’t you just pack for me?”
Re: Oh Brother Of Mine 28/?
Present Day...
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He'd managed to persuade them to let him out early, it helped that he was able to run circles around them with his mind. He was able to walk now, with the aid of crutches and was told to come back for a checkup very soon. He didn't intend to. His suit was ruined, so the hospital staff had kindly provided him with some clothes. Nothing expensive, nothing in his taste at all. Something borrowed from one of the male nurses.
Jeans and a hoodie. Really, jeans and a hoodie. Thank goodness no one could see him or he really would die, but of embarrassment. Yes they were comfortable but he was certain they didn't suit him. He probably looked ridiculous.
Oh well, the sooner he was home, the sooner he could dress himself in one of his three piece suits. Something bespoke. Anything but this, hopefully no one would recognise him just yet. The last thing he needed was Sherlock or someone else seeing him in this hideous attire and never letting him forget it.
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Back in 221b, Sherlock and John were packing. Though it was more John was packing for the both of them. Sherlock had odd ideas on what one brought with them on ones holiday.
“You can't take the microscope Sherlock!”
“Why not?”
“One, it won't fit, two you won't have room for much clothes or anything else and three, its a bloody microscope!”
“I fail to see a good reason why not”
“I just told you!”
“A 'good' reason”
John wrung his hands in frustration.
“You aren't taking it and thats final!”
“You're not my mother John”
John ran to Sherlock's case and grabbed the microscope. What resulted was a chase around the flat before John finally hid the microscope in his room. “Why can't you bring some books or something, you're bringing your laptop, you don't need anything else!... I mean besides clothes”
“I am bringing books!”
“The history of british serial killers is not something one reads on vacation!”
“You are never satisfied are you?”
John flipped open the closed suitcase.
“And another thing, you are not bringing the skull!”
“But you said I could bring something so I'd feel at home”
“Yes but not the skull!”
Sherlock knew a way out of this situation. He pouted. “But it's my friend, John..” John rolled his eyes. “That make work on some people but it won't work on me. Think of customs Sherlock! You can't go on vacation with a skull, we'll be arrested!”
“You're overreacting”
“Look, just....” He was so frustrated but pleased that they were getting back to the light hearted banter he was used too.
“I can't bring the skull, I can't bring my microscope, won't don’t you just pack for me?”
“You are not getting out of this that easy”
“Just watch me”