(Alice’s POV: )

 “Jooooohhn!!” I whined, pounding the floor with my fist. He came in from the kitchen, looking down at my sprawled-out form that lay face-up on the carpeted floor in annoyance.

 “What, Alice?” He asked bitterly, folding his arms over his chest. I pouted up at him.

 “I’m booooord!” I whined. He rolled his eyes. “What do you tell Sherlock?” I asked, turning my head dramatically to him.

 “I tell him to get over it.” He growled. I sighed and looked back at the ceiling.

 “Sherlooooooock!!” I shouted.

 “What!?” He replied, from inside his bedroom and through the closed door.

 “Where are the nicotine patches!?” I yelled. Before he could answer, John stepped up to me.

 “No, no, no, no. No-no nicotine for you.” He bent down and wrapped his arms under my shoulders and picked my torso up. I left my head dangling and moaned. “You haven’t ever smoked and you aren’t going to start now.” He ordered, dragging me to the couch.

 “But I’m bored, John!” I whined. I shot my head up, my expression becoming serious. “How did you know I’ve never smoked?” I asked.

 “Sherlock.” He said dryly. I rolled my eyes.

 “But nicotine patches aren’t cigarettes.” I reasoned, plopping my arms in my lap. John stood back up, his hands on his hips.

 “No.” He said firmly. He looked around the living room. “How about you play chess?” He suggested.

 “It’s boring by myself.” I complained.

 “I’ll play.” He offered.

 “No. You’re stupid. No offence, everyone is.” I replied. He looked taken aback but then shrugged, as if he had heard it before.

 “Okay, how about Sherlock?” He asked. I rolled my head. He sighed and went into Sherlock’s room.

A few minutes later, Sherlock came out, stomping like a child and wearing his bathrobe and pyjamas still. John was leading him.

 “What?” Sherlock demanded, scowling and pouting at the same time somehow.

 “Chess.” I said. He visibly lightened. He stood up straight and his lips were brought back where they were supposed to be.

 “Fine.” He said, as if he was still cranky. I smiled and stood up, sitting in his chair and spinning the board around so I had the black pieces. He almost skipped over to Johns chair and began putting his pieces in the exact centre of his squares. I rolled my eyes and quickly looked back up at John, who was smiling, and looking extremely content. He walked back into the kitchen and continued his cleaning.

Six minutes later, I had Sherlock’s king in checkmate from every possible position. I had used a strategy I based off of the ‘Petrov's Immortal’ game of 1844. I had sacrificed my queen and commenced in a relentless king chase, resulting in our current position. Sherlock was thinking at top speed, and had already applied two nicotine patches in the progress of the game. His eyes were everywhere and he was looking very flustered. I chuckled. It had been almost forty seconds since my move, and he hadn’t even attempted anything. He growled, slowly reached out, and knocked over his king. I punched the air above me with both fists and grinned. Sherlock slouched back in his chair with his arms crossed, pouting again. I heard John laugh from the kitchen and lowered my arms. Sherlock glared at me and stomped off to his room.

Okay, I had to do a chess game between them. Sorry it doesn't have much detail and it's short. And sorry for whiny Alice. I was tired and cranky when I wrote this. Next chapter will be the beginning of the next episode I am doing, wether it be The Fall or Baskerville. I still need feedback, though! =) So enjoy, vote, and comment fun peoples!! =D