Hi guys, I just want to say this is my first ever Sherlock story so I'm not sure I have captured the characters all that well but have a read and tell me what you think. :) Lots of reviews please and if you think I haven't captured the characters well please give me some advice. Thanks!

JOOOHN!" Sherlock roared from the living room.

"What is now Sherlock?! I'm just making the tea you just ordered me to get you!" I yelled back at Sherlock from the kitchen. This was how most of our conversations went, instead of having a civilised conversation together in one room; it was normally one of us in one room and the other in another with us yelling arguments back and fourth to each other (mostly orders from Sherlock).

"Oh yes! I think I'll have a whisky actually, forget the tea! I need something stronger than tea…"

"But I just spent hours making it! You made a massive fuss over me putting not enough sugar in, or it being too strong, or-"

"Oh John… Dear John… what would I do without you! There feel better now that I have complemented you? Now fetch me a whisky!"

I rolled my eyes. Why did I always wait around on Sherlock like I was his father? It was like an instinct now, I did it so much. I saw it as if Sherlock needed taking care of, like he couldn't do anything himself. I sometimes wondered what Sherlock did before we had met. Who waited on Sherlock then?

I was about to pour Sherlock's tea away when i thought of something.

"I've poured about five cups of tea away for you already trying to make a perfect cup! Why don't we invite Mrs Hudson over to have a cup?" I suggested.

"Uugh! Do we have too?! I really don't feel like being…being sociable!" Sherlock complained back at me.

"Sherlock that's a stupid excuse! You never feel like being sociable unless you need to get information out of someone."

"It's not my fault that the minority of people in this world of ours, are just stupid and rather…no incredibly irritating!"

"Sherlock you really need to learn how to be more tolerant of people! People think the same about you ya know!"

"That's because they're jealous" Sherlock protested.

"Not necessarily" I replied, bringing Sherlock's Whisky into the living room. Sherlock was curled up on the sofa hugging his knees like always. I had a list of all Sherlock's 'famous' positions as I called them. They weren't really famous, only to the people who really knew him like me, Mycroft or Mrs Hudson.

"Sherlock! Do you want this or not!"

He sat up, taking the cool glass from my hands.

"I really need to go food shopping…" I muttered sitting down on my armchair. I picked up the newspaper and looked at Sherlock.

"What?" He said, looking at me.

"It seems you've been sat on your backside for days! How do you not feel all lethargic or even bored out of your mind?" I questioned him raising my eyebrows.

"Oh John…I have been being entertained for the last six hours." He said smiling his cheeky smile like I was about to hear something I didn't want to hear.

"What? How?"

"You."

"What do you mean me? How have I been entertaining you?"

"Oh it's quite entertaining watching you rush around after me, waiting on me like a parent."

I put my head in my hands and sighed deeply. This was it. I was going to teach Sherlock how to do something that no one would ever think they could see him do. It would take a lot of effort and time, but I was determined.

"Right that's it. I'm going to teach you how to do things for yourself." I said with a smile.

"What?" Sherlock laughed as if he didn't believe what I was saying and I didn't have a clue what I was talking about which was normally the case with Sherlock, but this time I did.

"Okay, let's put it this way. I'm going to stop waiting on you and doing what you say." I said smiling even wider.

Sherlock stared at me as if he was terrified. I laughed out loud and he came over and slapped me annoyed but I carried on laughing at his terrified face and the fact he couldn't bear it without me there to take care of him.