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Summary:

Sherlock attempts to lie about an evening with Molly with an absurd lie.

Part of a series of dialogue fics revolving around all the Sherlolly goodness. (Most of these were originally posted on Tumblr)

Notes:

Posted in September, 2014.

Work Text:

John: Sherlock! *calls out of a cab as it pulls up to a crime scene*

Lestrade: Hi John, we can go inside in a few. They’re just scoping out the place. *points at the crime scene inside a three story run down housing building*

 

John: Ok, thanks. *gives a nod towards Lestrade and Anderson who are conversing a few meters away.

 

John: Hey Sherlock.

 

Sherlock: Hmm. *staring off into space*

 

John: I was wondering if we could have a few words?

 

Sherlock: *stares blankly nodding along*

 

John: *in a hushed tone* In private?

 

Sherlock: Here is fine John.

 

John: Okay then. I wanted to let you know that I am aware of your sexual relations with doctor Hooper.

 

Sherlock: *splutters* Excuse me? What conclusions have you drawn to come to that conclusion?

 

John: I heard banging.

 

Sherlock: So?

 

John: Sherlock, it was… repetitive.

 

Sherlock: And?

 

John: I heard banging and shouting… to a deity.

 

Sherlock: *scoffs*

 

John: What! You said her name a lot for starters and there was panting. *obviously embarrassed*

 

Sherlock: I was… playing video games. *discreetly*

 

John: Video games? *looks at Sherlock incredulously*

 

Sherlock: Well, yes. I bought an Xbox.

 

John: I thought you said video games were a waste of time?

 

Sherlock: It was for a case. I was bored.

 

John: Why was there banging? And you definitely said Molly. Sherlock, I heard a woman’s voice.

 

Sherlock: Well, yes John of course. *speaking pace picks up* Molly and I were playing Call of Duty and I was losing. I get very into my work, John, and I don’t like losing so you obviously heard me banging the remote when I died.

 

John: *puzzled and not convinced* What about the panting?

 

Sherlock: That was my character. I had the volume very high to really get into it.

 

John: I heard her say “faster,” and “in already,” *with raised eyebrows* how do you explain that?

 

Sherlock: We were working together that time and encroaching an undiscovered building and I was trying to get a better idea of what was inside, but no, she just wanted to jump right in there! *a little heated*

 

John: Ok, ok. Calm down. But Sherlock, you shouted, *whispers* “Fuck, oh god. Fuck.”

 

Sherlock: *smiling* she really is much better than I at the game. I was frustrated.

 

Anderson: What’s this I hear about the great Sherlock Holmes losing at something? *overhearing the end of the conversation*

 

Sherlock: Not now Anderson. This does not concern you.

 

John: *shoots Sherlock a weird look* Don’t mind him Anderson. He seems to be frustrated.

 

Lestrade: Ok, we can go in now. Come on Anderson. *the two walk off*

 

John: Do you think I can come over one day and play? Mary doesn’t want me spending money on that sort of – *is interrupted by Sherlock*

 

Sherlock: Of course I was having sex with Molly! Thanks for spying on us by the way. That was sarcasm if you didn’t catch that.

 

John: *shakes his head at Sherlock* I came by to visit and in my defence I thought there had been a break in or something from the noise at first. Why did you make up that lie about playing video games by the way?

 

Sherlock: Anderson might have overheard and let’s be honest, if Anderson found out that Molly and I have been dating, he might have ruptured a vein or something far worse.

 

John: *surprised* Dating? As in a relationship? I thought that wasn’t you area?

 

Sherlock: I lied.

 

John: You lied? Wait! Hold on.

 

Sherlock: Hold onto what John? *grins cheekily*

 

John: Oh, bullocks. Don’t avoid this Sherlock. How long have you and Molly Hooper been dating?

 

Sherlock: I can probably get a discounted Xbox from one of my prier clients if you want.

 

John: Sherlock! *steps in front of Sherlock; stopping him from walking any further* I’ll tell everyone in that crime scene if you don’t answer now and keep avoiding the question.

 

Sherlock: *sighs heavily* remember when I faked my suicide…

 

John: Three years? *stands there stunned as Sherlock continues walking into the building*

 

Sherlock: Come on, John.

 

John: Three years… three years. *catches up, but is still zoned out –questioning all facts about his friend that he has come to understand as true*

 

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