I wrote this a while back and thought it was time to read through it and post it. It's not that long but I'm still sorting out the next bit so I will get that to you when it's done.
I own none of the characters and this hasn't been beta read so forgive any mistakes I have made.
Enjoy. (well at least try to)

Date

Chapter 1

John entered his old flat entrance and was welcomed by a smiling Mrs Hudson who gave him a hug. After Mary's death John stayed with Rosie at the house they bought when they we're together but he came to visit Sherlock when ever he could for old times sake. To make sure the detective didn't get to bored, he tried to come over at least 3 times a week but he had to fit visits around his work times. Because of overtime at the clinic and trying to look after Rosie, this was the first time he'd visited for at least 7 days and he knew about it when Mrs Hudson told him off for not at least phoning. Sometimes he brought Rosie around as well so she could spend some time with her god-father but this time he needed a break from both work and children, so Molly agreed to look after her for tonight. When he dropped his daughter off, Molly told him she could spend the night but John said he'd be back before 22:00 to pick her back up. After a bit of polite arguing (if that's even a thing) John agreed Rosie could stay the night and the smile on Molly's face grew at least 5x it's normal size before she thanked him, bid him a good night and shut the door. Then he headed straight for Baker's Street, knowing that Rosie was in good hands. After having a small catch up with Mrs H, John headed up to his old flat, well Mrs Husdon sort of pushed him up a bit. She kept telling John that Sherlock was lonely up in that flat by himself and that he needed someone a bit younger than he to keep an eye one him. John just kept thinking this was her way of telling him to get up there and ask him out. He gave up trying to tell her he wasn't gay because no matter how hard he tried no one listened to him.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he noticed the door to the kitchen was closed but not really wanting to see what was in there anyway he went to the open living area door and poked his head in as he knocked.
"Sherlock?" He took a step in and Sherlock's head poked around the corner from the kitchen. He was wearing a full face protector with gloves and was holding a small blowtorch in the hand he could see.
"John!" He gave a startled but happy look to John before disappearing back into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what could be around the corner, John followed his friend and saw him directing the blowtorch to what looked like a thumb which he was holding with a pair of tongs. Any one else would have turned around and ran as far away as they could while calling the police probably but John was still sort of used to it. He looked around the kitche and it looked excatly like the first time he was here. Full of science equiptment and papers with notes on them.
"You can put the kettle on if you want John. I'll just finish this thumb, then..." He cut himself off as he quickly threw the thumb into a pot of liquid nitrogen. John sorted the kettle out as Sherlock switched the blowtorch off, brought the thumb back out the pot and after examining it for a minute he set it on an empty plate. Sherlock began to take off his protective gear as the kettle finished boiling and John poured teas.

Sherlock hadn't changed anything else about the flat other than how messy it was but that's just because John isn't there to clean up after him all the time. Mrs Hudson cleans still hovers and dusts some times but she never touches anything of Sherlock's, unless she tired of hearing him talk to the skull. She'll take that sometimes. Sherlock sat down in his chair and John brought his tea over then sat in his own. Both men with a tea in hand, they spoke about Sherlock's new case. Well Sherlock spoke, John couldn't get a word in edge ways. He had heard just about everything from Greg, but most of it was new ways of how Sherlock insulted Donovan or Anderson or how he's taken some evidence and won't give it back. He still listened though because it always seemed to make Sherlock happy when John listen to him about the cases. It made him happy when John listen to him full stop. When Sherlock had told him everything, they fell into a companinable silence and then John put his tea on the side table and pulled his phone out to look at the time. 19:23. He felt himself become hungry, realising he didn't have anything to eat before he left and knowing Sherlock won't have eaten anything either he decided to ask.
"So when did you last eat?" Sherlock looked to the corner of his eye as he was thinking and opened his mouth to say something but he closed it again almost immeditly. John sighed at the silence he got as a reply. The fact that Sherlock had to think about it was enough for John.
"Right. Shall we have Chinese?" He said as picked his phone back up to phone the take away.
"Aren't you eating on your date?" John lowered his phone and looked to Sherlock.
"What date?" He immediatly saw Sherlock's eyes scan him from top to bottom.
"You're wearing new, well-fitted clothes which you've ironed also new shoes wich you haven't broken in yet and within the past, about, half hour, you've shaved, combed your hair and brushed your teeth. Also you're wearing an outrageous amount of aftershave and you seem incredibly nervous. Conclusion, you have a date tonight." John broke his eye contact with Sherlock and looked to his phone he was still holding as he smiled a little.
"Erm, that..." He looked to Sherlock again as he carried on. "...That's for you, actually."

Like I said, I know it's not that long and sorry I left it like that. I'm sorting the next bit and hopefully it won't take more than a couple of days...
I am working on my other story as well if you want to check that one out. 'Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective and Babysitter'
Please review on how you think this one chapter went.

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