I've had this idea playing on my mind for quite a while now, so have finally come round to testing it out. I'd really like to see Sherlock and John just living in 221B when they don't have a case. I guess it would be like 'Pond Life' (for Doctor Who) but for Sherlock, so these are a series of one-shots in 221B. Here we go...

John's POV

It may only be 6.30 in the morning but I can already hear Sherlock rustling papers around in the kitchen. Last night he was up until the early hours of the morning with a new experiment, so I wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't slept at all. He may be a consulting detective and be able to choose his own hours, but I also have to work and can't afford to be up all night because of him being noisy.

"Good morning John. I trust your shoulder was causing you problems during the night again," Sherlock says without looking up from his microscope.

"Not as much as you pacing around in the living room making noises was," he probably didn't hear me as I'm still half asleep, as though I've been sedated. And for all I know Sherlock could've done in my sleep, like that time when he tried to drug my coffee when we were in Dartmoor on the H.O.U.N.D. case.

I step into the kitchen and rummage around in the cupboards for a mug for my morning tea. For some reason there doesn't seem to be a single one. As I turn around I see that they're all sitting next to the sink. I definitely wouldn't have left them there last night, I always wash up before I go to bed.

"Sherlock?"

No reply.

"Sherlock?"

Still no reply.

"Sherlock?!" I have to physically stand next to his ear and shout to get even the smallest part of his attention.

"Mmmm."

"Did you use all the mugs last night?"

A small nod of the head is all I get as he zooms in on whatever micro-organism he's studying now. He doesn't seem to want to explain, so I'm just going to wash one up and hope that it didn't have any toxic or poisonous substance in. As I pick up the mug closest to me (a commemorative Diamond Jubilee mug) I realize its black inside. It can't be that bad otherwise Sherlock would've already warned me about it, I hear Sherlock jump out of his seat and hurriedly walk over to me. He grabs the mug out of my hand.

"You can't use that."

"Well I wasn't just going to use it; I was going to wash it first," I make a grab for the mug but Sherlock holds it further away from me.

"No you can't wash it, it's an experiment."

"Well then I'll use this one." I go to grab the rainbow mug but a forearm blocks my hand from getting it.

"And why can't I use that one?"

"It's also an experiment." He pushes my hand back to my side.

"Well, I must be able to use one of these? You can't have used all of them for an experiment?"

No reply.

"Sherlock! I do have to live here too! You can't just go round using every single thing we own for one of your bloody experiments."

"John it is vital that I complete this experiment. It could be revolutionary," He says in his matter-of-factly voice, completely unaware that I are literally seething.

"Sherlock, your experiments are not the most important things in the world," he's really frustrating me now, he seems to think his experiments control everything that goes on in our

"John, your tea is not the most important thing in the morning." He says it in his patronising voice still holding the mug as far away from me as possible. He can't turn this round on me; he's the one that's wrong.

"Sherlock!" I am shouting now, and too right he should know better than to make me angry in the morning. My hands are flying everywhere as I look for a mug. "What the hell am I meant to drink my tea in then?"

"You look; I'm going back to my experiment." He puts the cup down and makes his way round to go back to his microscope.

"This is all your fault Sherlock."

He's ignoring me now. He can go and continue with his bloody experiments, seeing as those seem to be the only things important to him. Not having friends, but as he once said 'Alone is what protects me.' I could leave this flat right now and not come back and he wouldn't care.

Beep. Beep.

"Can't answer your own bloody phone now then?"

He should know better than to frustrate me when I haven't had a cup of tea so I storm out of the kitchen and back into my room . I get ready for work and walk down the stairs, before slamming the front door shut behind me as I leave the house for work.

"Bloody Sherlock" I mutter under my breath as I walk round the corner to the surgery.

So there you go! That's the first chapter, I hope you liked it! Please review:D