A/N: Second thing of the day, as promised.
This is a sequel of sorts to Gamelocked, some things will be mentioned and more elaborated on from Gamelocked, so if you haven't read it, I suggest you do.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, the rights belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC.
This is sort of a test, if it seems no one likes it, I will probably re-write the whole thing and take this down.
(So if you like it, please let me know.)
Sherlock sat sulking on the couch. He hadn't moved in two days and John was beginning to worry about him.
"Sherlock," John said and walked up to him. "You alright?"
Sherlock just looked up at him with brooding eyes. John knew that something was wrong, but he also knew Sherlock wasn't going to say anything.
The past few weeks have been a bit of a roller coaster for the two of them, mostly good, what with their relationship being a new thing. Some of the things have been pretty annoying though.
John smiled when he remembered the last problem they had, and it ended rather loudly.
"What are you smiling about?" Sherlock asked with a curious look and stretched his arms out from where they had been wrapped around his legs.
"You know what I'm smiling about."
"Do I? Does that mean that you've changed your mind?"
"Yes you do, and no I haven't changed my mind." John said and sat down next to Sherlock, putting an arm around the other mans shoulders and kissing his cheek.
"Can't we just switch off?" Sherlock asked and snuggled into John's side.
"We will not be switching off. I absolutely refuse."
"Mycroft and Lestrade switch off…" Sherlock mumbled
"I'm sorry what?" John asked with a look of shock spreading across his face.
"You didn't know?" Sherlock questioned sarcastically.
"No, no I didn't know; since when are they together?"
"About…" Sherlock said bobbing his head from side to side. "A month ago." Sherlock added and stood up, extending a hand for John.
"I can't believe that." John said and grabbed the pro-offered hand. "I can't believe they actually switch off on… that." John added with a shrug as he was pulled towards their bedroom.
They had moved most of John's things into Sherlock's room, since that's the room that was nowhere near Mrs. Hudson's bedroom downstairs, so they could be loud… if they would ever decide who tops.
"Why is it surprising?" Sherlock asked and flopped down on the bed, still holding John's hand.
"Because Lestrade doesn't seem like-"
"The type of guy to bottom?" Sherlock added, cutting John off mid sentence, pulling him onto the bed.
John smiled and kissed Sherlock's cheek. "No, no he doesn't."
"That's why they switch; and why I think we should too."
John made a face and just looked at Sherlock. "I'm not sure about it."
Sherlock frowned "Well fine then." He added and leaned towards John. "I suppose you want me to be bottom?"
"Well that would be-" John started and was interrupted by Sherlock's mobile chirping in the next room.
"That's Lestrade; probably a case." Sherlock explained, springing up from the bed.
'Well that was going to be an intimate moment.' John said with a sigh and chased after Sherlock.
When he made it into the sitting room Sherlock was already putting on his coat. "The Game is on. Grab your coat." He said and ran out the door, popping the collar of his coat as he went.
John laughed. "No matter how old you get you'll always do that won't you?" He asked and started down the stairs.
"Always." Sherlock added with a grin as he hailed a cab.
"Guess we'll finish our discussion later then?" John asked and opened the door for Sherlock.
"Why? You already got what you wanted." Sherlock said and sighed, giving the cabbie the address of the crime scene.
John froze when he said that. This is really the first time he and Sherlock have spoken in two days, and Sherlock's just told him he won the argument on who tops.
John climbed into the cab eagerly and closed the door. The events after this case ought to be quite interesting.
