A/N: Hello all! It's been ages, hasn't it. Do you even remember me? O.O Haha, anyway, here's a new story from me! Hopefully, you will enjoy it, and.. um... leave a review? So here it goes, enjoy Sherlock in all his jealous glory! :) Slightly humourish in the beginning, but I assure you, the fluff comes later. And some angst. I don't know, really. XD Have fun!

Jealousy Burns

Chapter One: Jealousy Burns.

Sherlock really couldn't take it anymore. He honestly couldn't.

He was so definitely going to scream if anything else of the sort happened. An unlikely thing to happen for Sherlock Holmes.

It really was a moment of terrible crisis.

The crisis was also horribly irritating. Not mention fat. And that said crisis aslo was related to him.

Yes, if Sherlock saw Mycroft Holmes and Molly Hooper exchange another overly soppy, unnecessarily romantic look between the two of them, he was going to.. he was going to.. scream.

Strangely enough, Sherlock actually seemed to miss the shy pathologist's attention. She should be looking at HIM like that, not that pompous fool of a brother he had. Oh, he could feel the nausea building up inside him.

He glared at them viciously, but both of them seemed oblivious to his blatantly hostile looks at them.

Finally, in a last ditch attempt to save his face, he tried a classic method.

"Mycroft, get out, I'm working." Sherlock said, not taking his attention of the microscope that he was looking through, although he was listening rather carefully.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow from where he was sitting. "And why should you want me out? I am merely discussing important matters with Miss Hooper, and we are hardly shooting down walls during this discussion." the elder Holmes reasoned.

"You are, now get out."

"No we are not."

"Yes. You are."

"Sherlock, I think that we are far too old to be playing childish games like this." Mycroft sighed, seeing the petulant look on Sherlock's face.

"Well if only you weren't disturbing me-" Sherlock started, but Molly cut in.

"Sherlock, really, me and Mycroft aren't doing anything to disturb you. If you don't like it, then you can leave." she said, annoyed.

"That's it, I've had it!" Sherlock said, throwing up his hands before stomping out of the room is disgust.

Sherlock walked all the way back to Baker Street in a huff, walking into several people who were in his way.

Slamming the door of 221B open with a force loud enough to reach Africa, he yelled for John.

"John! Do we have any cases!" he asked as he walked upstairs. Best if he could find a case, take his mind off this ridiculous thing.

John looked up from his laptop, noting Sherlock's slightly murderous expression.

"No.. Why?" he asked.

"Why what? I always need a case, you of all people know that, John. Stop being so obtuse." Sherlock said, sitting in an sofa opposite the blogger.

"No, why are you in such a foul mood?"

"And why would it concern you?"

"Because I have to live with that black mood! So I can at least know the reason, right?" John reasoned.

Sherlock started to turn around on his sofa.

"Mycroft is being stupid again." he said grudgingly.

"Oh.. Isn't Mycroft dating Molly Hooper? Or was it.. that-"

"Yes! That is the problem! His stupid relationship is interfering with my-" Sherlock was cut of again for the second time that day, because John burst out in laughter.

"What? What on earth is so funny?" Sherlock demanded.

"You- you- ah-" John tried to form a sentence, but was swamped by a wave of laughter.

"John, I demand to know what is going on. Because it's absolutely not funny." Sherlock said seriously.

John attempted to speak yet again, but was convulsed with waves of laughter.

Irritated, Sherlock grabbed a glass of water and emptied it all over his friend.

Sputtering, John quickly sobered up.

"Sorry, Sherlock. It's just that.. well.. it really sounds as if you are.. well.. jealous." John chuckled.

Sherlock's expression was truly Oscar-worthy. His jaw hung open, and he stared at John. "What?" he finally managed to say.

"Nothing, just. yeah." John nodded solemnly.

"I.. I am hardly jealous, John. I merely am.. worried for the.. oh for god's sake, why am I explaining myself to you? I am not jealous, and that is final." Sherlock said, turning around to face the back of the sofa.

"Jealousy burns, Sherlock." John chuckled.

Sherlock glared at his best friend, and chucked a pillow into said friend's face.

He wasn't jealous.. Or was he?

A/N: Ooh.. I always love me some jealous Sherlock. Not that I see much of it. Anyway.

Hopefully, you guys liked it? Yes? No? Well, whatever, remember to leave a review! Please? Pretty please? XD Thanks!