Hey peeps, here is my first Sherlock story but not my last. Enjoy it and it was beta'd by the awesome mypretend who I love, any mistakes left are my own.

P.S i don't own Sherlock but i do have the DVD - it came last Sat and was waiting for me when I came back from my holiday

How Sherlock got addicted to crap TV

Sherlock Holmes was bored, and as his flatmate Dr John Watson knew, a bored Sherlock Holmes was never good. In fact, a bored Sherlock Holmes was one of the worst things possible.

John had done the best he could in relieving the boredom, but nothing had worked, so he had forcibly removed his gun out of Sherlock's hands and called DI Lestrade.

"John?" the DI picked up the phone, confused.

"Please tell me you have a case of some sort on. Sherlock is bored and it's driving me mental," John begged. "He's already exploded two pairs of eyes in our microwave and I don't want to have to clean it a third time."

The police officer laughed, "Nothing that would interest Sherlock, hell nothing that interests me." John groaned and Lestrade laughed again "Sorry I couldn't be more help."

The doctor was about to say something else but before he could there was a large bang. "Sherlock?" he called worried "what was that?"

"I decided to relieve the boredom by continuing my experiments, as you took your gun back."

Lestrade spoke down the phone quickly. "I misheard that last bit and I'm going to have to go before I hear it properly. Sorry," and with that he hung up.

John marched into the kitchen to see smoke rising from the microwave. Before Sherlock could say anything, John grabbed him by his jacket and dragged him into the lounge throwing him into the chair. "You," he said, seething with anger and the prospect of having to clean the microwave again, "will sit there until I let you move." He grabbed the remote and shoved it into Sherlock's hand. "Find something to watch. I don't care if everything is too dull," he continued before Sherlock could say anything, pre-empting his flatmates' comment. "I'm going to the shooting rang to calm down. You had better not move while I'm out."

Sherlock nodded, slightly scared of the ex-soldier although he would never admit it. John left slamming the door behind him. The highly functioning sociopath turned on the TV and started to flick through the channels to find something that could occupy his brain.

An hour later when John returned, Sherlock was sitting cross-legged shouting at the TV. "He's lying. Look at what he's wearing, his hair!" John looked at the TV to see Jeremy Kyle play, he shrugged. Sherlock Holmes watching crap day time TV had got to be better than a bored Sherlock Holmes.

A couple of days and many repeats later, he was starting to change his mind.

The End

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