A/N: did you fellow sherlockians enjoy a scandal in Belgravia? Hope you did! Anyway here is chapter one!
Sherlock stood by the window in 221b, staring out into the dark night. For once it wasn't the cars driving past the flat that he was interested in. nor was it the people that walked on the pavement across the road. He was staring past all that.
Sherlock was looking at the sky.
John walked through the door to their flat after a night out with Sarah and stood next to his chair unmoving when he saw Sherlock's silhouette against the window. John took a step forwards then paused. What if Sherlock simply couldn't sleep because of a particularly hard case? Then again, Sherlock seldom slept.
"Uhh,Sherlock?",John called, shuffling his feet nervously on the carpet.
"Hello John. How was your visit to the pub with Sarah? "Sherlock replied with a bored tone.
John wasn't even going to ask Sherlock how he knew that they had been to the pub. John had only told Sherlock that he was going out with Sarah and that he'd be back late. John held his jacket collar to his nose and sniffed it. It did reek of alcohol.
"It was fine Sherlock. What are you doing?", John asked, stepping closer to his flat mate. He could see that Sherlock was staring at the sky.
Once John was right next to him, Sherlock spoke again, "It's beautiful isn't it", was his reply to johns question.
"What?", John questioned, looking up to where Sherlock's eyes were.
"The sky at night. The moon. The stars", Sherlock sighed.
John paused before stating, "I thought you didn't care for the solar system".
"Doesn't mean I can't admire it", Sherlock whispered.
John sighed in defeat. If you can't beat them, join them he thought.
"May I join you?", John asked.
"Mm", was the reply Sherlock gave John, which was accompanied with a small nod of his head.
John slowly made his way to Sherlocks' side; he looked up and saw that Sherlock was right. It was truly a beautiful sight. The dark of the night sky, a black blanket that marked the days end. The billions of minute stars that glistened like gems in the sky. The moon that shone brightly, casting a white light on the streets below. It was a new moon, just a slither of silver amongst the black.
"Your right, it is beautiful", John breathed.
Sherlock smiled slightly at this, but as John lifted his head to look at Sherlock, the smile disappeared and was replaced with a serious expression that john was used to seeing.
"People think there might be worlds beyond ours. Different species of plants mammals and even birds.", Sherlock said looking at Johns face as he said this.
John just nodded his head.
"John look at me", Sherlock placed his hand on John shoulder. Causing John to turn around.
"What would you do if there was a different species of human?", Sherlock asked. Then he added, "What would you do if I was one of them?"
John looked into Sherlock's eyes and saw not the usual boredom he saw, but pain. Which hurt John to see.
"Why do you ask?", John was still shocked from the question, and from the pain that was strong in Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock turned away and swiftly walked out if the room.
"No reason", Sherlock called. But John knew that was a lie. He knew that Sherlock was hiding something. He'd find out what.