Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock *goes to cry in a corner*, Moffat and Gatiss need to change this.
Summary: Sherlock is jealous; it just takes him a while to realize this/why
Haven't the Foggiest
"Hey Sherlock I'm going out I'll be back in a few hours. Please don't blow anything up while I'm out," John said as he pulled on his coat and walked out the door of 221b Baker Street.
Sherlock felt a flash of annoyance when he realized John had left to go be with Sarah. Not to go pick up more food that was destroyed by the disastrous severed ear experiment or to pick up an emergency shift at the surgery, but to be with her. Didn't he see her enough at work? Sherlock had told John not even an hour ago that he needed his help with a possible case, but John didn't even seem interested. John was never not interested.
While all of these observations flitted through Sherlock's mind in a nanosecond, he received a text.
Envy is a sin you know.—MH
Sherlock immediately shot back: Thank you for the moral platitude Mycroft. Why it was necessary I'm sure only you know.—SH
Dull. You are obviously not using that amazing brain that you flaunt in everyone's face.—MH
Sherlock ignored this last text, attributing his brother's oblique comments to the extra weight that was more than likely impeding necessary blood flow to his brain.
Sherlock became distracted by a stray thought about the case Lestrade had given him and didn't give the conversation another thought.
Alright people this is the first chapter. I have a few thoughts of where to go from here but suggestions are always welcomed. Thanks!