Summary: In which Sherlock says something a bit not good, has a row with John, injures himself, gallivants around London solving cases, falls asleep while experimenting and John leaves. Well, but not necessarily in that order.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock BBC or any of its awesome characters. Wish I did though.

Author's Note: Hey guys, I've been watching the awesome series 'Sherlock BBC' recently and read a couple of pretty great stories here so I thought I'd give this fandom a shot. It's probably not that great but just give it a chance? Sorry for any errors (grammatical in nature or about the characters) especially since I beta-ed this myself and I'm not that familiar with this fandom. But I guess it's the enthusiasm and love for the show that counts? Okay, shan't bore you all with more of my ranting so... On with the story!

Update: Hey again. Thanks for the reviews and special thanks to tarcy for pointing out that Harry is a lesbian. Gosh, I have no idea how I could miss that out (stupid, stupid, stupid). Anyway, I'd make the necessary changes. Thanks again:)

Chapter 1

A Typical Sherlock Send-off

Most normal people have the shrill ringing of their alarm clocks to wake them up and most of the time, if the alarm is not malfunctioning, that is, it rings just when you want it to. However, several weeks into staying in the same flat as Sherlock, John realised that he probably would not fit under the category of 'most normal people' in that aspect. After all, not everyone had discordant violin notes his flatmate deemed as music wake them up, sometimes even at ungodly hours.

John groaned, covering his ears with fistfuls of his pillow.

"Sherlock! Can you just stop bloody playing for a minute?"

Normally, John wouldn't have minded. Correction: He'd just be mildly exasperated at yet another of his flatmate's annoying quirks and maybe just rant a little at Sherlock as he sipped his tea (not that it would have had any effect on Sherlock, mind you). He had actually grown rather used to his unconventional wake-up call. However, he had planned on sleeping in today as he wasn't particularly looking forward to leaving 221b Baker Street in order to visit his sister. His sister had texted him a couple of days ago, saying that they hadn't met up since last year and that not seeing your sibling for a year was "a bit not good", so why not he come over and stay at her place for a couple of days so they could catch up? Apparently, Harry had rather missed his company though John suspected that she probably just needed someone to listen to her woes. John was not going to deny his sister this little bit of comfort though, seeing as how she had just gone through a particularly rough time recently, having broken up with her girlfriend and lost her job.

Sherlock shall just have to survive on his own for a couple of days then. It's a wonder the man had managed to not kill himself or endanger anyone else in the past, back when he lived by himself, John thought with a wry smile.

Resigned to the fact that he probably would not be getting any more sleep at this rate, he quickly dressed and washed up.

Grabbing his small suitcase (filled with a few sets of clean clothing and some necessities), John trudged out of his bedroom, ignoring the nagging pain in his leg.

"Sherlock, I'd be going to —"

"Your sister's house for a couple of days," Sherlock completed in a disinterested voice as he continued plucking away at his violin such that it screeched and wailed in a manner very similar to that of a dying cat.

"Yes and I'm not even going to ask how you knew that," John replied irritably, scrubbing a hand down his face tiredly. "Well, anyway, as I was saying, she texted me a couple of days ago, asking if I could come visit her." John quickly interjected before Sherlock could shoot off his string of rapid-fire deductions.

"Yes, yes, I saw her text in your phone," Sherlock responded in a terse voice, pausing in his 'music-making' by the window to gesture with his violin impatiently.

"Wait, you saw the text? How the hell did you get hold of my phone? Didn't I tell you to stop stealing my things?"

Still plucking away at his violin, Sherlock turned around, raising an eyebrow as he spoke, "It's not stealing if I gave it back. I put it on your bedside table last night, if you're interested to know."

John glowered slightly at Sherlock, "You broke into my room while I'm sleeping."

Sherlock barreled on, unconcerned, "Anyway, seeing as how you're still not explaining your reason for visiting her, I shall do it for you."

"Sherlock."

"Evidently, she had been through some hard times lately. She obviously needs a listening ear to spill her woes to and who better for such a role than her brother, whom she hadn't seen in a year? Likely, she needs someone around so she doesn't feel all alone in her house. Is she afraid of being alone, I wonder? Perhaps that's why she doesn't feel good being in her house all by herself but then how did she cope back when she just moved out, with no one but her in her apartment? She had most likely gone drinking and partying with friends late into the night to keep her mind off of it but didn't consider how disappointed her brother might be in her less than savoury late-night habits."

"Sherlock."

"You, as the responsible brother, agreed, though I can tell it was with some reluctance, seeing as how you've decided to sleep in today, of all days, and got irritated by my violin-playing which you haven't since the twenty-third day you moved in with me. You've probably grown rather used to this manner of waking up and you wake up earlier by yourself most of the time anyway, ergo, my point about sleeping in being unusual and most likely the reason for prolonging the time till the visit to your sister."

"Sherlock!"

"Of course, she could go out and stay at a friend's but it's embarrassing for her since she not only was dumped by her girlfriend, but lost her job as well. How did she lose her job then? Now that is not hard to figure out. Knowing how often she went partying and drinking, it wouldn't have taken long for some unsavoury pictures of her to go online and be seen by her superiors, or maybe she often couldn't concentrate on her job due to the late hours she kept so —"

By this point of time, John was shooting Sherlock a heated glare and was prepared to throttle the man if need be. A wave of white-hot anger shot through him. Enough was enough. This was his sister they were talking about and Sherlock was just being the bloody insensitive git that he was, tearing apart her character and her life with such ease.

"Sherlock, can you just bloody shut up now? Yes, your deductions are brilliant, wonderful and evidently so amazing but have you ever considered how the person being bombarded with them could be feeling? You're talking about my sister here, not some random passer-by on the street that had been unfortunate enough to catch your attention! So instead of your usual cold, uncaring words, can you actually make an effort to be more sensitive?"

The violin notes stopped abruptly. Sherlock seemed a little stunned at John's sudden outburst and God, was that actual hurt in his expression? John didn't get the chance to ascertain it, for a shutter seemed to have been pulled over Sherlock's face. A guarded, emotionless expression was carefully held in place.

"Sherlock, I... I didn't mean for it to come out that way —"

"Hypocrisy doesn't become you, John. You're the one who is leaving and you're calling me cold and uncaring?" Sherlock shot back with a sneer.

"Oh, so this is what it's about! My world doesn't simply revolve around you! Can't you survive being alone for five days?"

With that, John grabbed his suitcase and marched out of the flat, slamming the door behind him loudly.

Staring at the space where one John Watson had been standing moments ago, Sherlock pursed his lips and muttered under his breath.

"I don't quite believe I can."

And then, he picked up his violin and bow and proceeded to play his violin with murderous vigour for the next few hours, trying to push those scathing words to the back of his mind.

Well, that's the end of chapter 1. Hope you guys have enjoyed my first (and hopefully not too poor or shoddy) attempt at writing for the Sherlock BBC fandom. Oh, and please remember to review? I'd really appreciate some comments on how to improve. Besides, I think the review button is feeling a little unused? *winkwinknudgenudge*