The Plague on Baker StreetThe Plague on Baker Street
written by Toroj (deranged)
"What happened to your Hippocratic Oath, John?"
"I left it in my desk."
(from S&J dialogues)
"Today is Thursday", said John during breakfast. He hoped his tone sounded meaningful enough.
"I know it's Thursday, John. There is always a date in the headline", replied Sherlock Fucking-Consulting-Detective from behind the paper, in a tone that was cold and haughty. "Boring... boring..." He turned the page. "Boring..."
"Thursday, Sherlock! You haven't eaten since Tuesday."
"I did yesterday."
"Yesterday was Wednesday and you don't eat on Wednesdays! You have only overindulged in coffee."
Sherlock didn't deign to reply, he just poured himself some more coffee, making one of those impossible faces of his. John arrived at a conclusion that any discussion with Sherlock during one of his moods is pointless. So he just poured a generous amount of muesli with raisins and nuts into a bowl, added