"May I help you?" A timid Mrs. Hudson asked, unsure if she was, once again, going to be tied up because of Sherlock.
"Yes, Mrs. Hudson, I believe? I'm Mycroft. Remember, we met at Christmas?" Mycroft was dressed in one of his many tailored suits. This time it seemed to look like tweed, but Mrs. Hudson couldn't be sure.
"Oh yes, Mycroft. You're Sherlock's brother aren't you? It's good for him to have a visit from family from time to time." As Mrs. Hudson rambled on, she didn't realize that she didn't even invite him inside the flat.
During the time Mrs. Hudson chatted with Mycroft at the door, our favorite detective and doctor were at the screaming stage of a rather long fight. John silently thanked god for those old thick walls, otherwise Mrs. Hudson would be coming upstairs to see what all of the trouble was.
"I don't understand, John! Why are you so worked up over this?" Sherlock groaned, running a hand down his rather pale face.
"There is a human brain inside our fridge! Why wouldn't anyone be upset over that?!" John's voice echoed off the walls. His voice was starting to become scratchy. Sherlock noticed, of course, and figured he'd let off the screaming soon….but not now.
"It's an experiment, John! Where else was I going to put it?"
"Perhaps wherever people keep human brains! And it's not an experiment! It's you showing off again!" By now you could tell that John was quickly losing his voice.
"Why would I show off? To you of all people?"
"I should be asking the same question!" As John yelled the sentence, his voice cut off a little. It was so scratchy now that you could barely hear the hint of his real voice.
All the sudden Sherlock's expression changed. He realized he wanted John to think of him as smart…as a genius. He wanted to make John feel impressed.
John, having noticed Sherlock's expression changed, just sat there. It was precisely 28 seconds before someone spoke.
"Sherlo-"
"Joh-"
Blue eyes met dark chocolate brown. Again, silence filled the flat as the two men just stared.
"She's a small thing really,. If she was my daughter-"
"Yes Mrs. Hudson, that's lovely, but I need to sp-"
"I mean the nerve of that woman…"
Mycroft sighed. This was going to be a long day.
"Sherlock…I believe I overreacted and…I just…" It became harder and harder for John to speak. Half because he was losing his voice, and half because he was staring at Sherlock's features. Thoughts ran through the doctor's mind, that most would find appalling.
"I'll make you some tea, John. Just sit down." As Sherlock walked away, he placed a hand on John's shoulder and John thought he saw a spark in his eyes that he had never seen before.
As the tea was being made, Sherlock tried to figure out why he couldn't block out these overwhelming emotions for someone who has told people time and time again that they weren't dating…god, he wished they were. There was a screech and Sherlock jumped, then reminded himself that he was making tea. He took the pot off of the stovetop and prepared two cups.
Placing them in their saucer, he sat one in front of John and one in front of himself. Sherlock's eyes scanned John, and started a deduction. He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything.
Pulse rate rising, light sweat around temples. Body heat rising, chest heaving, eyes…dialated.
Sherlock let out a small cough, then sat his cup and saucer down.
"What's wrong, Sherlock?"
"Hmm? What? Oh nothing…I have something for you…I…uh…just sit." He patted the seat next to him on the sofa and stared into those beautiful brown eyes.
John was a little confused, but he did as he was told and sat beside Sherlock. "What is it?"
"Close your eyes."