Keeping an eye on the world going by my window [open]

[whatsolarsystem]

Who: whatsolarsystem and holmes_blogger . And, of course, YOU!
What: Sherlock being the most intrusive receptionist ever, John being the actual helpful doctor.
When: Now!
Where: The refugee clinic.
Warnings: ...Sherlock harassment?

Comments

[holmes_blogger]

[Doctor Watson is walking a patient out after their visit. When that's done, he stops at the desk and surveys the (currently empty) waiting room.]

Look, I know you hate this job and I'm sorry you're bored, but that doesn't mean you can entertain yourself by diagnosing the patients before I even get a chance to see them.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock continues to stare up at the ceiling, not even looking at John when he speaks.]

Why not? Was I wrong?

[holmes_blogger]

... No, you weren't wrong.

[That's the frustrating part.]

[whatsolarsystem]

Then why stop? As I see it, I'm saving you time.

[Very few things about Sherlock are not frustrating.]

[holmes_blogger]

[Well...yes. He knows this.]

But you're not. I still have to go through all the same tests. You're not a doctor, Sherlock. I can't just take your word for it.

[whatsolarsystem]

I'm not a doctor, no. But you observe your patient, don't you? You ask relevant questions concerning their state of health? What I do isn't all that different. [He rolls his eyes, then swings around in his swivel chair to finally face John.]

Really, what do you expect me to do? Answer the phone? Write in a little calendar all your appointments? [He scoffs. As if he'd willingly do anything that terribly mundane; you're already pushing your luck with this job in general, John.]

[holmes_blogger]

Yes, actually, answering the phone would be part of your job description.

[Sherlock-induced headache coming on.]

You know, it's not my fault the Guide decided to sign you up for this job. It's not like I requested you.

[whatsolarsystem]

I realize this, thank you. I suppose I didn't get the memo that stated I was actually supposed to feel obligated to answer the phone, nonetheless.

[Sherlock is being more stubborn than usual today, mostly due to the lack of interesting things to do.]

No, you didn't. But you're stuck with me, aren't you? A shame, I know, for the both of us. I'll get over it, though. [He swivels around to face the desk, then leans on it with an elbow.] I'm sure you will, too.

[holmes_blogger]

If you're not going to actually do the job, then just quit and I can get someone who will.

[Must control temper. A bored Sherlock is a dangerous Sherlock.]

All right, what if we make a deal?

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sarcasm, with a hint of dismissal.] What, am I not living up to your impossibly high standards?

[Followed by a brow lift.] Such as?

[holmes_blogger]

Impossibly low standards, perhaps.

Right. You can make as many notes as you want in the patient's file, as long as you don't actually tell the patient what you think is wrong.

[A little grudgingly...] I have to admit it does help to have some ideas to start with.

[whatsolarsystem]

I heard that. [pointed look]

Mm. [he doesn't seem to put much thought into this compromise] I'll think about it.

[holmes_blogger]

[He's not really expecting this to work. It's going to be a long month.]

I would appreciate it, as a favour to me.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Yes. Yes it is.]

I said I'll think about it. [Waves a hand dismissively] Off with you, then. I'm sure you'll have more patients to tend to soon.