The giant Sherlock one paragraph story folks. So here’s the start.
Category the fic shall take: We’re not going super crack inception yet for a first go since that might happen anyway, but feel free to insert Jam ref’s and the like as you wish as long as it doesn’t go everywhere.
Good? Good? So reblog from the last person who reblogged, the whole deal. Jam will go after me since she signed up first. Ready? Okay.
John Watson had a lot of strange experiences in his life while living with one Sherlock Holmes but he had to say this was the strangest.
“Why are we doing this?” John hissed at his flatmate as they stood on the stage with five other pairs of people at the Yards local charity dinner.
“Because John,” Sherlock said back, his voice hushed. “The prize is free back stage tickets to the next Opera concert and I need to get in for my next case.”
“Couldn’t we not win them like this though!” John pointed up to the sign “How well do you know your partner?” It was like a bad 70’s dating game only worse since he knew everyone there. Sherlock just grinned back.
“This way is more fun”