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" John? "
7 o'clock and already something happening. " Yeah? " John shouted from their shared bedroom.
" John? "
Another call, this time he decided to try bypassing his partner's idiocy for today.
" JOHN! "
" WHAT?! "
John guessed Sherlock won't answer properly until he comes up face to face. He sighed as he got up from his bed and made his way to the living room with his shoulders slumped.
He found Sherkock sitting at the table, bad term, scorched over his laptop like a shrimp. Dark flannel on matching with the pyjama pants and slippers he got for christmas two years ago. Typical mom attitude too.
" That's my laptop, right. " John muttered, his eyes already begging to roll them over. He didn't.
Sherlock's eyes were glued to the screen in a frown. " what is this pesky meme you sent me on facebook? "
John eyes directed at the screen, then at Sherlock again. " six seven? "
" Yes, this one. What was the purpose of it? " He wasted no time saying it.
" ah, I'm afraid I accidentally sent it to you while I was half asleep– "
" does it have a meaning? John. "
" what? no. "
" THE MEME ITSELF, DOES IT HAVE A MEANING? "
" JESUS CHRIST Sherlock, I DON'T KNOW. I'm guessing the kids love it these days. Seen teenagers doing it, didn't care, moved on! "
" Because you don't pay attention to the details, Watson! "
" Here we go. " John sat down on the couch, already spent of the nonsense Sherlock creates everyday. " Explain your conspiracy Mr. Detective or something. "
" Have you noticed the hand gesture looks like a weight scale? " He did the movement himself. " It could be referring to any type of judgement, such as Anubis in egyptian mythology who was weighining people's hearts with a singular feather to see if their deceased souls were worthy of entering the afterlife. "
" Right. "
Is he making this up on the spot?
Sherlock rose from the chair and went to his evidence board on the wall.
" However, if the gesture isn't related to egypt in any way, it is now a mark engraved in our present generation, John. The government! " He banged his fist onto the image of politician suspects from his other ongoing theories. " I should ask Mycroft about this. "
John, nearly falling asleep, heard only " Government, government, Mycroft, government, six seven ". Mostly gibberish.
Sherlock's hands were moving so frantically that a few seconds later he tossed some papers into the nearest trashcan; and also scared awake the the living hell out of Watson. Sherlock himself paid no attention to it whatsoever, these were newspapers from last week anyway. Multitasking and procrastinating on basic things unfortunately go hand on hand for Sherlock.
" Shouldn't you be doing paperwork? Taxes? ANYTHING USEFUL? "
John had no power to outshout him, it was only a fool's errand to try that.
Classic ignore tactic once again, Sherlock continued while walking back and fourth. " —Or this could be Moriarty's plan! To rot the brains out of future society's workers, doctors, managers or even judges and lawyers! John, listen! It could later doom Britain or our world into a pile of nonsense. "
He paused his whole body for a second just to breathe out a laugh and put his hands together. " Ohh.. Ohohoo... right. it's all coming together now... He's moving faster than I expected.. "
On one hand, John had the opportunity to leave the room anytime, but on the other hand.. this conversation was enticing to see the chaos unfold. Adding fuel to the flame wasn't the smartest idea coming from John, yet feeding Sherlock's delusions was what kept him sane at times like this.. at least.
" Come to think of it, Moriarty is the type of guy to make the meme for the fun. "
It was scary how Sherlock was making some sense of it too.
Obviously John knew it wasn't Moriarty's game to hammer some meme into the brains of random twelve year olds, yet eighty percent of the time Sherlock is right about his own conspiracies. Which is scary for an insane man to be so omniscent as if he were alive for more years than he actually was.
Sherlock clasped his hands together to gain more attention from John. He also increased the speed of his speech.
" The numbers also indicates to The Bible. The number six was the symbol of the heavens, devine creation, seventh day the God rested after creating the earth, seven trumpets, seven deadly sins. While the number six is the symbol of imperfection, labor, mark of the beast. Are we— while making this movement, are we juggling or deciding which path we should go? Think about it. "
" I thought you weren't religious. "
" Agnostic John. I'm agnostic. " His voice monotone.
John just sighed before getting up.
" I fear I have to get you an actual case soon.. "
After a day, Sherlock gathered all the information about the history behind this meme. None of it was coorelating with what he presented to John. Pathetic.. Either pathetic that Sherlock was going insane about it or pathetic because humans haven't found the "truth" about it yet.
After a week, Sherlock still, while working on his new cases, unvaryingly wondered if his theories were right. Even in his mind palace.
After two weeks he caught himself laughing at a 67 video while he was surfing on the net. Great job Detective. This is the downfall.
After three weeks Sherlock had the nerve to make the "six or seven times" reference to Ms. Hudson. It was clear she didn't suspect a thing.
After a month, while he tried to run away from the paparazzi with John, one of the reporters caught him and asked a question. Out of panic, Sherlock did the six seven move as the answear before John dragged him by the collar of his coat.
Guess if the British press liked this one...
Sherlock got a phone call from Mycroft. The conversation was beyond weird to explain.
After a month and a half, Sherlock made an overexaggerated and over-the-top serious youtube video analysis titled "SIX SEVEN. (THE TRUTH)". He was asked to delete it multiple times, was sent death threats and dislikes until the site took it down. He didn't care one bit.
After two months, he said he finally accepted the fact that this meme could actually mean nothing; but was this confession true? We'll never know.