Roommates, Part 1
Joan stood over him as he sat cross-legged on the floor deep into an explanation of ā¦ whatever the hell that was. She didnāt care. Clutching the mutilated remains of her favorite bra in her ever-tightening grip, Joan contemplated strangling him. Her mind ran through all the possible ways of killing him ā¦ making it look like an accident would be a challenge, particularly if she used her own bra, or what was left of it ā¦ but then, she liked challenges ā¦
āā¦. and so you see, Watson, because of your undergarment, the amount of moisture collected was thus measurable via the ā¦ā
He droned on, completely oblivious to the increasing levels of rage his actions had and were provoking.
āSherlock! Shut! Up!ā
Shocked by her harshness (and more so by her lack of interest in his experiment), Sherlock wrested his eyes away from the beauty of his work to look at her. A glance at the white-knuckled grip with which she held her brassiere brought him back to her initial complaint.
āIt was necessary, Watson. I had no other alternative ā¦ā
āThis is what? Like the third bra youāve ruined?ā She paced before him. āThese things are expensive and somehow you always seem to pick my favorite ones.ā She stretched out the tattered remnants and mourned, āThis one fit perfectly too ā¦ like it was made for meā¦ā
āNo worries. Iāll buy you another one.ā He smiled cheerily hoping to defuse the bomb of emotions about to explode before him.
āYou have no idea how difficult it is to find one of these that fits properly!ā
The way she forced out each word through clenched teeth and shook the bra before his face should have been sufficient for him to understand silence would be his best option. But being Sherlock, he could not remain silent. He did modulate to a more moderate, gentle manner hoping to remind her of his considerate nature.
āI picked that one out and purchased it for you ā¦. to replace the previous brassiere that was called into the service of science.ā
Joan studied the bits of elastic and cloth in her hand. Momentarily, her anger was derailed by thoughts of his ability and thoughtfulness in choosing this bra ā¦ but only momentarily. She remembered the previous incident and it enraged her all over again. He just will not learn! He has no boundaries!
āHow would you feel if I randomly went through your underwear and took what I wanted?ā Crap, she thought, that came out wrong.
āI would be honored.ā The happy look on his face was hard to resist and almost drew a smile from her.
Joan quickly threw the remnants of the bra at his feet and turned before he saw her amusement and she lost the argument. āI expect a suitable replacement by tomorrow morning,ā she called over her shoulder. Ā "And buy one for yourself.ā
