Lost and Found: Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Contemplation

-Slightly less than two months later-

"Sherlock, postman came." John slipped into his companion's study, groaning at the sight of the watch on his desk, "Sherlock?"

Sherlock didn't reply, instead picking up the pocket watch and turning it over and over in his hands.

"You know, you've been messing with that--that watch, for quite some time," the mail slapped loudly onto a nearby desk, "For being so, so obsessed with it, I haven't seen it open once!"

Sherlock blinked and looked up at John, startled. "John, when did you get here? I didn't hear you come in."

John's face flushed, "Either use that watch for its intended, manufactured purpose, or you'll find its pieces scattered all across the street! Honestly--" He rubbed the back of his neck furiously, "Your obsessions usually gave way to something that make some sense, but this--?"

Frowning in puzzlement, Sherlock followed John's gaze to the watch in his hand. Frown deepening, he looked at it as if he'd never seen the thing before.

"I've never opened it. It's... broken," Sherlock said haltingly.

John shook his head, "Every time you look at it, you seem so surprised. Why not just throw it out, especially if it doesn't work?" He sighed, approaching his friend slowly, "You hardly leave this room as it is. Just throw it away," He held out his hand, "Or, I could take it to a shop, have someone else get some productive use out of it."

"No," said Sherlock slowly, still staring at the watch. "No, you're right John. I have been too focused on it." He stood up abruptly and clapped his hands together. "Right then, time to get back to work!"