"I hear you've been impersonating me again." Sherlock said to the visitor.
"Doyle's version of you; There's a distinct difference." The visitor replied.
"What are the differences? I'm modern?" Sherlock asked snidely.
"Well it's mainly the…Cheekbones." He answered quietly.
"What are you here for Doctor?" Sherlock asked.
The Doctor leaned forward into the light. "I need your help regarding a certain girl."
"What makes this one so special?"
"She's impossible! I cant work out how or why she is, but she is!" The Doctor exclaimed, getting up from his seat.
"I'll look into it for you, but seeing as you're up, a pot of tea would be lovely." Sherlock assured the alien with a slight smirk.
The Doctor glared at Sherlock momentarily before walking off to make the tea.
"So what have you been doing since I dropped you off?" The Doctor asked Sherlock.
"Oh you know. The usual. Mrs Hudson nearly broke my arm when I came back. John, well John just burst into tears. But apart from that i've just been doing cases again. Lestrade needs the help." Sherlock replied.
"Mrs. Hudson! I love the old girl! How's she going? Wait no. Tell me about John; How's John? What's happening between you two? Where IS John?" The Doctor bantered while giving Sherlock his tea.
Just as The Doctor sat down the door opened followed by John's voice and bags of groceries. "Sherlock. I'm back; I have some shopping and a new case from Lestrade."
"AH! Speak of the devil and he shall appear!" The Doctor exclaimed excitedly, rushing over to John and kissing him on the cheek. John stammered for several seconds until realisation dawned; John's face became livid as he stared down The Doctor. "YOU." John shouted; pointing a finger at the alien. "I know you. You were at the funeral. Wearing your stupid bowtie. You took him away from me. 3 years! 3 you bastard! I HATE YOU. I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE. RIGHT NOW. LEAVE." The Doctor slipped past John and fled down the stairs; almost knocking Mrs. Hudson over in the process. "Oh Doctor! What a lovely suprise! A pity you're leaving though. You should come back soon love!" Mrs. Hudson told her friend as he fled the building in a tangle of awkward.
****
Sherlock speedily covered the short distance between himself and
the visibly shaking John; enveloping his boyfriend in his arms. Mrs. Hudson stood at the doorway with a question on her lips. Sherlock shook his head and mouthed the word 'later' to her. Mrs. Hudson nodded understandingly and quietly retreated back downstairs.
Sherlock gently guided John to the bedroom where he lay John down and tucked him into bed. Sherlock quietly left the room and sat on the couch; cradling his violin as he sighed quietly to himself. "What have you gotten yourself into Sherlock?"