This is a WIP that I've been thinking about writing for a while now. I don't know exactly what route this is going to take, but I can promise you that all roads lead to Johnlock. There was an issue with the GPS so how we get there could be... Interesting. I have the first 3 chapters of this completed. I don't forsee any of the chapters getting to be over 1,000 words long and I reckon there will be no more than 10 chapters and even that's being generous. It's a short fic in theory, but like I said we'll see!

This is entirely un-beta'd but if anyone would like to offer their services I'd love the help! My writing programme has a particular issue with spell and grammar-checking so any help would be most appreciated.

John/Molly, John/Sherlock, some OOC

WARNINGS: M/M relationship which will (eventually) be very physical and very descriptive

Unfortunately, I own none of this except the plot.

"Sherlock? Are you there?" John walked into the flat, pulling his over-night bag behind him. He was entirely unsurprised to see that Sherlock was in the exact same position as he had been when John left; sprawled across the sofa. John could tell he had moved though, the violin was sitting beside him and it had been beside the window when John had exited the flat.

"Did you make the tea?"

"What? Sherlock, you really have to start paying attention when I'm talking to you. I told you I was leaving on Friday, I've been gone two days!" John exclaimed, leaving his bag by the door and running his hand through his hair.

Sherlock observes John, taking in the bag by the door, the coffee stain on his right sleeve which was barely concealed by his jacket, the creases on the side of his face, the two day old trousers and the slight bags under his eyes.

"You were with Molly then?" the tone of distaste was barely concealed. This surprised John, he knew Sherlock wasn't happy about the fact that John insisted on spending at least one night a week with Molly, regardless of what case was on, but he didn't think Sherlock actually disliked her. He decided it was better not to push the subject though, they might start talking about emotions and that was never a good topic of conversation when Sherlock was involved.
"Yes, Sherlock! I told you weeks ago, it was our first anni- oh, never mind." John made his way into the kitchen which was, mercifully, still the way he had left it. God bless Mrs. Hudson. As John fixed himself and Sherlock a cup of tea, he heard the latter rise of the sofa and move to the window, within seconds the sound of the violin filled the flat. As John added two sugars to his tea and began pouring milk into both cups, he realized that the song Sherlock was playing was entirely unfamiliar to him.

"Been composing then?" He asked as he took a seat in his favorite armchair.

"Yes, helps me think." Predictable as always. Sherlock continued playing, the song was slow and slightly mournful, but there was something about the way it was constructed that gave it a happy feeling, which subdued the pain that seemed to be lurking underneath. From experience John knew that when Sherlock composed he put a lot of his emotions into it, for all that he claimed he had none. When 'The Woman' had left the songs had been painful but somewhat relaxed, they were playing out the emotions and letting them go at the same time. This was different, the pain in the new song continued, always parallell to the happiness and never ceasing.

"Sounds interesting"

"What?" the music stopped abruptly, but Sherlock didn't turn around.

"The song, it's interesting"

"Why? I've written hundreds of songs." Modest as always.

"It's different. Usually your songs aren't so.." John paused, but he couldn't think of another word for it, "emotional." Sherlock turned to the sheets of music on the stand but seemed to be concentrating on something other than the notes on the pages in front of him.

"It's an emotional problem" his brow crinkled slightly, "I hate emotional problems" he almost whispered the last part. John was used to Sherlock struggling with emotion but after the weekend he'd had with Molly, he couldn't exactly say he was any good with emotions either.

A/N; Be sure to let me know what you think, I thrive off reviews, even if they are flames! I'm going to try and keep updates regular but I have exams for the next few weeks so I don't know if I'll be able... Persuade me! ;) R/R guys, it honestly means a lot!