Inspired by all the Sherlock AUs out there! Someday I'll finish the AU stories I'm working on, but the muse has left them and instead decided she had more fun with asking the characters odd questions.

What to expect: Sherlock going around and asking John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and Mycroft questions regarding different supernatural situations to see how they'd react. It's an experiment!

If there is something in these conversations that seems like an element in your story, I'm not stealing it, I am paying tribute to that story.

I do not own BBC Sherlock, nor any of the AU stories that inspired this series. I just own a wacky muse!

John was sitting on his chair and typing on his laptop. Sherlock entered the living room and jumped in his seat in front of John. John looked over at his eccentric flat-mate. Sherlock was holding a paper in his hand and looking at John with an excited expression. John closed the lid of his laptop and put it away. He folded his hands in his lap and looked over at Sherlock expectantly.

Sherlock leaned forwards in his seat and clutched the paper, "John, I have a list of questions here that I need to ask you."

"What kind of questions?" John asked him suspiciously.

"I have a list of hypothetical situations here. I will read them and I want you to tell me how you would react in those situations."

John looked uncertain for a moment, then he sighed in resignation, "Fine, ask away."

"What would your reaction be if I told you I'm a telepath?"

"I would believe you right away, because it confirms my own theory."

"Really?" Sherlock was surprised.

"That would be an easy explanation of how you read my mind half of the time."

"You read my mind half of the time as well, John. Are you a telepath?"

"I wish! Are you?"

"I did say hypothetical situations, John!" Sherlock said with a glare. John was shaking with silent laughter.

"Okay, next question, John. What would you say if I told you I'm an android?"

"I'd say to ignore the crap Anderson and Donovan say and to drop it, I apologized for that outburst a million times already."

"I wasn't referring to that incident, John, what if I told you I was a real robot?"

"Then I'd tell you to stop insulting my professional pride. I sewed you up myself after you got yourself foolishly injured on a case a hundred times. I'd know if you were a robot."

Sherlock rubbed his eyes, "Just imagine, I got myself injured, and instead of blood, a weird colored liquid came out of the wound, thus proving I'm an android. What would you do?"

"Get the contact information of your manufacturer and ask them to fix you."

Sherlock tried to suppress a smile, "Alright, what would you say if I told you I had wings?"

"I'd tell you to lay off of Red Bull and stick to coffee!"

"John!" Sherlock said with a frown.

"Okay," John suppressed his laughter, "Are they dragonfly wings or angel wings?"

"They're big feathery appendages."

"How have you kept them hidden for so long?"

"I kept them wrapped around my body under my clothes."

John frowned and shook his head, "No, that would never work with angel wings, they're too bulky. You're better off with dragonfly wings."

"I don't want insect wings, I have feathery wings. What would your reaction be?" Sherlock snapped.

"Okay, calm down! I'd ask you why you bother with chasing the suspects on foot when you can fly after them and descend on their heads."

"Two reasons, first: what would be the fun in that? And second: if I flew it would give away my secret."

"That's just sad. When would you get to fly if you have to hide it?"

"I haven't thought about that." Sherlock mused, "Good job I really don't have wings then."

John nodded his agreement.

"What would you do if I told you I was a werewolf?"

"I'd keep a close track of the lunar calendar and stay away from the flat on full moons."

"Only on full moons?" Sherlock asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, you'd be harmless for the rest of the month. Well, relatively, that is…"

"What would you say if I told you I was a vampire?"

"Depends, how do you feed?"

"Um…blood bags."

"Would you want to bite me?"

"Doubtful, since our blood types don't match."

"Just out of curiosity, Sherlock, amongst our acquaintances, who has the same blood type as you?"

"I don't know, I haven't checked. So, what would be your reaction to hearing I'm a vampire?"

"Well, since you're not going to bite me, I'd suggest you clear out those body parts in the fridge to make room for your blood bags." John said with a smirk.

"What would your reaction be if I told you I was a wizard?"

"Wouldn't that get you into trouble? You know, for telling a non-magical person about that secret?"

"You're right, let me revise that," Sherlock took a pencil and made some alterations in his list, "What would your reaction be if you accidentally discovered I was a wizard?"

"That would be really awesome! I'd probably pester you to show me what you can do."

Sherlock snorted, "Next question: what would you say if I told you I was an alien from another planet?"

"As long as you wouldn't probe me, it'll be fine. It would also explain your horrid social skills."

"What would you do if I told I was a dragon?"

John paused for a moment, "Nope, I wouldn't believe that."

"Why not?"

"Meh, I can't fathom how that would be possible. I just can't wrap my head around it."

"You could entertain the idea of me being a werewolf, a vampire, a wizard, an alien from outer space, and a winged entity, but you can't 'wrap your head around' the idea of me being a dragon?"

"What can I say, I have my limits."

"Well, too bad, because I'm a dragon."

"Really?" John was not impressed, "How big are you?"

"A great deal larger than this body you see!"

"And how is that possible?"

"The same way the TARDIS's inside is bigger than its outside."

"But that…well…actually, that makes sense. Okay then, do you breathe fire?"

"Only when I get frustrated."

"Hmm…I think I need to find some fire proof clothes then. Just, try not to sing me, Sherlock, will you?"

"I'll try."

"Do you eat anything special?"

"I usually eat what humans eat in this form. I can hunt when I'm in my dragon form."

"Do you have a treasure?"

"Yes, but it's not in the flat."

"Of course, because you don't want to clutter the flat more than it already is!"

"You have no idea."

"You're not a dragon, are you?"

"No, John, I'm not."

"It would have been interesting if you were though." John said wistfully, "So, is there a point to this questionnaire? Is there something I need to know about you?"

"Yes."

"Care to share it?"

"Can you deduce it, John?"

"Okay, telepath, android, wings, werewolf, vampire, alien, dragon…Oh my god Sherlock, you're a nerd!"

"Excellent deduction, John. What are you going to do now?"

"Let me ask you a question. What do you deduce from my answers to that list?"

Sherlock reviewed their discussion quickly, then his head snapped up, "You're a nerd too!"

"Wow, we're so compatible. We should hang out or something."

"We are flat-mates John."

"Oh well, that saves us a lot of hassle, doesn't it?"

"Would you want to join me when I'm going to ask other people these questions?"

"Of course I would! Just don't include anything about Star Wars."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a Jedi, I don't want my cover to be blown." John said with mock seriousness.

Sherlock stared at John for a moment, then he shook his head at his nerd of a flat-mate.

What did you think? Should I let the muse have free rain to finish this series?