dr_laurenDespite Sherlock's continued disparagement of the idea of clinic hours, John had continued to hold them, and had been pleased to note Lauren doing the same. Every now and then they held them together, just to have some company. It was nice-- comforting, even-- after all this time, to have a colleague other than Sherlock. Someone who respected him and his expertise, and didn't subject him to experiments against his will.
Most of the time, anyway.
"Just try it," Lauren cajoled, "come on, what's the harm?"
John spluttered, laughing. "The harm is we have no idea what it is," he protested. "I could end up overcaffeinated or instantly drunk or it could be a sleeping potion. It has no smell, no colour-- I don't have to tell you that could end badly. That's assuming it's even meant to be ingested."
"It says 'Drink Me'," she replied, pointing at the tall green bottle sitting on John's desk. "I think that's a pretty clear indication. And besides, it's never to my knowledge produced anything actively toxic - questionable alcohol dispensation aside."
"Just because the replicator didn't want to give me tea doesn't mean I'm going to drink whatever it hands out in its place," he said, shaking his head. "You want to know what it is so badly, you drink it."
They were so busy bickering that they didn't even realize they had an audience.
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