Random little fic

Roo stared blankly at her sheet of notes.  She had fallen asleep mostly but was staring at a page of scribbles about Greek medicine and Islamic culture.
"5… hours…"
She looked at her clock before hearing it again.
"HARDER! HARDER JOHN! NOT HARD ENOUGH!"
Roo bit her lip as hard as she could.
"5…. Hours!"
She stood and slammed the door behind her, headed to the kitchen.
After making herself a sandwich and sitting down with her phone, making a note of a text from Mycroft meant for her father but sent to her, texting James in regards to a date she won't be able to go to due to the noise coming from Sherlock's room and her impending essay deadline.  She had no idea why she tried to go to university, with her father's crazy job and his odd relation with John Watson and sadly enough her boyfriend's odd obsession with killing her father.  She took a bite from her sandwich and looked at the wall which was shaking softly with more yells coming from Sherlock's room.
"Dad."
She whispered quietly, knocking on the door before seeing it open and falling over backwards.
"Oh god…."
There stood Sherlock, balancing on one foot, holding a shelf as john hammered nails into the wall.
"John! Harder! It isn't staying in!"