Firstly I don't own anything about Sherlock and stuff
Okay my frist ever word prompt is... – Orange!
"Sherlock!" John yelled storming into his room
"John, you're home early." Sherlock stated, looking John up and down "I told you she wasn't interested"
"Shut up Sherlock don't try and distract me, just, clean up the kitchen" John sighed walking into the lounge. The kitchen was in a terrible state was worse than anything John has ever seen. A weird orange sludge stained the wall, there was a strange smell, a like a bunch of little things mixed together.
"John?" Sherlock whispered shaking the older man's shoulder, he had fallen asleep curled up on his waking the man this time.
"What is it Sherlock?" John grumbled, not even looking at the man.
"I'm sorry John" He sat down on the couch, looking down at his hands. It was silent for some time to long thought Sherlock, John was thinking the words over. Sherlock Holmes was sorry, sorry for creating a useless experiment, he was sorry for texting John about it in the middle of his date, he was sorry for John having to leave his date, but most of all he was sorry for not being sorry at all.
"No, you're not sorry Sherlock. You never are, you like me having to give up on people who I could actually be interested in," John's voice raised, he was getting more angry by the second. "You like having me here as you're little pet instead of letting me live my own life!"
"You waste your time with them!" Sherlock shouted back "do you really think they spend their days thinking about what you're doing? Or wondering when you're going to call? Because I can tell you now that they don't!"
"No, no one does Sherlock, because you never let me get close to anyone else!" He screamed. Sherlock sighed, calming down.
"And what does that tell you John?" Sherlock looked into John's eyes searching for some kind of realisation.
"It tells me," John sighed "god Sherlock, I-I'm sorry okay, I never thought you would, especially after what happened with Irene, why didn't you say anything?"
"You're straight" Sherlock mumbled turning away.
"Only because I thought you were" John replied. Sherlock turned back, closing the gap between them, then pressing his lips firmly against John smiling.
"So what was the experiment?" John questioned the detective in his arms.
"there wasn't any, I just smeared oranges on the wall" he replied.
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