AN: My first 221b. And it was one according to Word, although FF. Net has different ideas. Meh. This is sort-of what happened when me and some friends played board games XD

It was Thursday. John Watson hated Thursdays. They weren't properly Fridays, but they were so late in the week that everything seemed just too boring to contemplate.

John Watson hated this Thursday more than any other. Why?

They had just finished a case. And that meant that they didn't have another one yet. And so Sherlock was torn between boasting about solving that case, and whinging about having another one.

It was like caring for a toddler.

So John had suggested Scrabble. Sherlock agreed suspiciously quickly- he'd fully expected a fight- and swung down off the back of the sofa where he'd been playing the violin upside down. (John hadn't thought it was possible. Sherlock had managed it.)

John realized why Sherlock liked scrabble sometime after 'tyrotoxine' but before 'discombobulated' landed on a triple word score. He was sure Sherlock must be cheating.

He gave up on scrabble.

He tried to play cheat instead.

Sherlock read all his tells like an open book, complained he was telegraphing his movements, and won within two minutes.

He tried a general knowledge quiz.

Sherlock aced every question. In despair, John scrabbled through the cards, looking for some on space. They'd all gone. Sherlock is looking bored and innocent, a combination he's had practice at pulling off.

Then the dreaded three words.

'John. I'm bored.'