A/N : This is my first fanfiction. And I don't usually use English so there will some mistakes in this fic. Hope you enjoy. If you find any mistakes, comment please :)
John was sleeping in his bed after a hard working day at the clinic but he still heard the door opened slowly.
Mrs Hudson ?
0%.
She has gone to Paris.
Sherlock ?
50%.
But why ?
Muderer ? Thief ?
70%.
John thought.
His hand touched the gun under his pillow. He took a deep breath. John was ready to face that guy.
Suddenly, he felt the strong, warm arm around him.
"John." That guy said before John could do anything.
"Sherlock ?" John asked surprisedly and his hand left the gun. He had no idea why Sherlock came to his bed.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock said as a whisper.
"Sorry ? Sorry about what ?" John tried to remember what Sherlock has done.
A big hole on the wall ?
It was last week.
Broke the laptop ?
It was yesterday.
He couldn't remember.
"Fingers and toes in the jar of sugar."
"Have you taken it out yet ?" John asked and tried not to punch Sherlock.
"No."
"Ok."
"Forgive me ?"
"..." John didn't answer.
"I bought milk." Sherlock said and hugged John tighter.
"..." He didn't answer again.
"Please." Sherlock moved as close to John as he can.
"You must take it out."
"Promise. Goodnight." Sherlock smiled. The curly didn't know that the man who he hugged was also smiling.
The next morning.
"SHERLOCK! Why are the bloody fingers and toes still here ? You promised me you would take it out." John shouted angrily from the kitchen.
"Yes, but I didn't say when." Sherlock continued with another dangerous experiment which would make John insane.
It was just a typical morning at 221B Baker Street.
Thanks for reading. Please comment ;)