HI EVERYONE! Okay so please don't hate me for being away for so long but it was christmas and then almost everyone in my family had the flu and then I watched all seven seasons of Doctor Who in two weeks and then I watched all of Sherlock of three days and then I spent two weeks on tumblr and I am really bad at posting things on line because procrastination is almost my religion so yea.

This is the prelude to my first Johnlock fic. The other chapters are longer and they're coming soon but I still have to type them up.

So as usual I plead, review. And also the stuff in italics is John thinking. Just in case that wasn't clear.

So now... Enjoy.

John's routine had always been the same. He would wake up around eight, slip on some sweatpants and a jumper, and shuffle his way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea while he worked himself into wakefulness. He missed that routine. John had yet to see a single second of it since he had become a resident of 221 Baker Street.

~oOo~

"Gah!" John gasped, abruptly stopping in the middle of the entryway.

"Good morning, John." Sherlock responded, eyes not wavering from the grotesque foot he was busy prying at. John crinkled his nose, the room stunk of dead flesh.

Standing in the archway, mouth gaping wide and eyes that most likely looked like a Halloween prop for a few moments before he could speak again. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" John demanded as soon as he'd gathered his wits.

"Experiment."

What a wonderful way to start my first morning here.

"Right..." The doctor said skeptically, walking over to the stove to put the kettle on. "Is this going to be a regular thing?" He hoped to god this wouldn't be his new routine wake up call.

"Most likely."

Absolutely wonderful.

"Okay.." He grabbed a mug from the cupboard, carefully preparing his morning tea. Sherlock slid his phone out of his pocket and typed out a message with quick tapping noises.

"We're going out to dinner tonight." He informed John nonchalantly, returning the phone to his pocket.

John practically choked on his tea, sputtering and coughing to get the words out, "Excuse me?" He said holding back another cough and placing his mug on the table.

"My sources inform me that one of Moriarty's associates is having a dinner tonight at Ramford's. We'll be eating there as well." He replied.

"Oh." It took John a moment before he realized, "Wait isn't Ramford's ridiculously expensive?" His eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Yes."

Sherlock returned to his vulgar experiment not paying attention to much else and John collapsed onto the couch sighing and muttering under his breath, "Great."

Oh and I just want to thank my beta kalyamay, she is a ridiculously talented writer and I owe her for putting up with my inconsistency.