Sherlock Alternate Ending
He's been in there for four hours!" I screamed, banging my hands against the door. I was tired of standing out here, especially with whatever he was doing, and I wanted answers of some kind by now.
"I told you he's like this," John said, rolling his eyes, though he was annoyed too.
"I swear if he doesn't open the door this second I will break this door down and barge in there myself." I fumed.
"He's not usually like this, though," John muttered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
John took in a deep breath, "Well, Sherlock in all aspects is a drama queen. He prides himself in showing off his prowess and having an excuse to be overly dramatic. These puzzles he spends practically every waking moment and revels in them. Ever since I've known him he's always lives for them. Generally, though he spends weeks on it, trying to draw it out as long as he can. He only goes to his mind palace really as a last resort, and even then it's at least a couple weeks until he does that. But now, after only a couple days on the case, he's already trying to speed it up and solve it already. Sherlock doesn't even seem to enjoy any of this. It's almost as if he hates the case." John said, shaking his head. …show more content…
Does he still hate me for some reason? Doesn't he?" I asked.
"Well, Sherlock certainly doesn't hate you. Believe me, you know when Sherlock hates you, practically he makes you miserable for your life if he hates you. You saw how he was when he was annoyed, when he hates something it's pretty obvious. Sherlock is afraid of you."
"Afraid? What did I do to make him afraid of
"I told you he's like this," John said, rolling his eyes, though he was annoyed too.
"I swear if he doesn't open the door this second I will break this door down and barge in there myself." I fumed.
"He's not usually like this, though," John muttered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
John took in a deep breath, "Well, Sherlock in all aspects is a drama queen. He prides himself in showing off his prowess and having an excuse to be overly dramatic. These puzzles he spends practically every waking moment and revels in them. Ever since I've known him he's always lives for them. Generally, though he spends weeks on it, trying to draw it out as long as he can. He only goes to his mind palace really as a last resort, and even then it's at least a couple weeks until he does that. But now, after only a couple days on the case, he's already trying to speed it up and solve it already. Sherlock doesn't even seem to enjoy any of this. It's almost as if he hates the case." John said, shaking his head. …show more content…
Does he still hate me for some reason? Doesn't he?" I asked.
"Well, Sherlock certainly doesn't hate you. Believe me, you know when Sherlock hates you, practically he makes you miserable for your life if he hates you. You saw how he was when he was annoyed, when he hates something it's pretty obvious. Sherlock is afraid of you."
"Afraid? What did I do to make him afraid of