A 221B birthday gift for my very dear friend SailOnSilvergirl. Happy birthday my dear, hope you have a lovely day :D
Disclaimer: Don't own - wish I did.
Sherlock stood and stared as the lights danced around his only friend, and something inside of him shifted.
Suddenly his heart was racing, his mind was considering John from all angles and his breath was forcing itself in and out of his lungs in short gasps, but to an onlooker he looked to be the epitome of cool, calm and collected.
John looked up, blue eyes met silver grey, and a world of words passed between them yet not a sound could be heard.
Into this moment came the harsh, raucous, crow-like voice of the man who would come between them, shattering the peace of their surroundings with its demanding, taunting, vicious shriek.
Neither man moved, they would not allow this intruder to dictate the way they lived, his threats were no more than the bluster of an impotent man raging against the ways of the world.
A shared glance confirmed that each man knew what the other was thinking, and as John nodded his assent Sherlock turned, intent on putting a stop to the disquiet, but before he could act there was yet another interruption, and after harsh words the intruder left, taking the lights with him.
For a moment the two friends remained staring, first at the now closed door, and then at the floor and the unexploded bomb.