'I wonder if I'll wake him… Oh well, I don't really care.' Sherlock thought to himself as he walked into John's bedroom. Sherlock just finished a case yesterday, and now has a terrible cold.

"Sherlock?" John said turning on his bedside lamp "Love, what are you doing?" watching as his boyfriend flopped onto the bed ungraciously

"Coming to see you."
"Why? It's…" John said looking at his clock "two thirty-five in the morning. Why are you really in here?" he asked sitting up

"I was bored. And don't" Sherlock started but was cut off by a sneeze, which turned into a coughing fit.

"Are you alright? What happened?" John asked trying to calm Sherlock, which resulted in the younger man moving so his head rested in John's lap.

'Why does he do this to me…' John thought as Sherlock pushed the back of his head into John's groin.

"I don't feel well. My body seems to be betraying me." Sherlock said sniffling

"Well, that's what happens when you jump into a lake, run in the rain, and don't sleep or eat for a week straight." John said pushing curls out of Sherlock's face.

"I know. Take care of me." Sherlock said looking up pleadingly at his flat mate.

"I would but… Hold on" John said reaching for his mobile. "Hey Greg, What's up? – Please don't tell me there's a case – Sherlock's sick. –What do you mean – Mycroft. Right. – Sure, sure. – See you then. – Bye." John said hitting the end button and dropping his mobile on the nightstand.

"Lestrade and my brother are stopping by I take it?" Sherlock asked flipping over so his face was on John's crotch.

"Y-yes, they are. Would you please stop that?"

"No. I don't want my brother here."
"Well he's coming so get off of me so I can go find trousers." John said trying to shift Sherlock off of him.

"You're not wearing trousers?" Sherlock asked with a raised brow.

"No, I'm not wearing trousers. Please love, get off me. Just for a minute." John replied lifting Sherlock up, and placing him on the other side of the bed.

"Alright…" Sherlock said laying spread eagle as soon as John got off the bed. "Question." Sherlock said looking at John

"Yes?"

"Must I wear trousers and pants if my brother is here?" Sherlock said moving the sheet lower on his body.
"Yes. You have to. And no back talk!" John said pointing a finger at Sherlock to silence him before he started complaining.

"Oh, the Captain Watson tone." Sherlock said rolling his eyes "Doesn't scare me."

"It should dear brother." Mycroft said from the door frame. "He only uses it when he means business."


"Ya know, if I could get him to stay healthy I wouldn't care. Does Mycroft ever do this?" John asked Lestrade.

"No, he doesn't, thankfully. He's usually attending to me getting sick. But we both have good health so it's not often." Lestrade said with a smile.

"You think they're fighting?" John whispered as he poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"Most definitely they are. Come on, best get back to our respective boys before they go insane…" Lestrade said grabbing the biscuits

"Too late." John said with a laugh as they walked into the sitting room where the Holmes boys were making faces.

"Knock it off!" Lestrade said walking up to Mycroft and kissing his temple.

"Why?" Mycroft asked staring at Lestrade

"Because." John said setting the tea down "We said so." He finished with a smirk

"Oh, whatever." Sherlock said with an eye roll.

"And... That's just our boys…" Lestrade said to John with a light chuckle.

"Hey!" they heard from Sherlock and Mycroft.

"Oh well…" John said with a smile. "Come on, drink your tea."

"Yes Captain Watson" Sherlock said smirking.

'oy….' John thought with an eye roll 'This ought to be a fun morning.'