Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Sherlock and blah blah blah…
It was a normal sleepy Sunday morning in 221B Baker Street. John was recovering from his night at the pub with Lestrade and the other members of Scotland Yard. The night at the pub happened at least once a month where all the police and honorary members of the Yard like John would complain about Sherlock mostly and occasionally about cases while they got drunk. Sherlock knew about the monthly session they had was about him and he didn't care as John didn't complain about things to him and it made life so much easier for the both of them. Right now John was in his armchair with a newspaper and a cup of tea.
Sherlock was in the kitchen with a new experiment of his: to see how long it takes for an eye to dissolve in certain chemicals. It involved eyeballs and several explosive chemicals. In one of the beakers he had a mixture of two chemicals that turned bright blue when mixed together. Sherlock used tweezers to pick up one of the eyeballs that were in a container and inspected it. Sherlock managed to get into a bit of a staring completion with the eye. The eye won. Sherlock dropped they eye into the beaker with the chemicals and the liquid turned a pale green and fizzed a little as the eye entered the mixture. So far the experiment was going as planned and it looked like he would be finished by lunch time. Sherlock placed the beaker on the Bunsen burner and lit it up. In the last beaker had a bright red liquid that was highly explosive and flammable, it was banned in most countries, Mycroft had given it to him as a reward for not smoking. The red chemical had to added slowly and at the right amount , too much and it would explode. Sherlock didn't know how much he needed mostly because he never read instructions for anything and he just guessed everything most of the time. Sherlock filled a syringe with the chemical and placed several drops in the beaker with the eyeball. After a few drops nothing happened and the eye remained whole. Sherlock shrugged and added another drop.
The moment the last drop went into the beaker the eye started to dissolve quickly. Sherlock decided that night he would congratulate himself with some cigarettes for getting the experiment done before lunch. He was writing notes in his book when he smelt something strange. It smelt of petrol and burning. Sherlock looked up and saw that the beaker had black smoke coming from it and it was filling the Kitchen.
Sherlock placed down his pen as the kitchen was nearly completely covered in black smoke and the smell was getting stronger. The experiment was going to explode. The only word that came out of him mouth was, " Oh crap."
John had finished of his cuppa and his paper and was going into the kitchen to make another one. Sherlock burst through the door and grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the flat.
"Sherlock ,what is happening?" John asked as he narrowly avoided going face first into the door frame. Sherlock mumbled something about how Mycroft was an idiot for giving him that chemical. "Sherlock, why are we leaving the flat?"
Sherlock pushed John out of the main door. "Where is Mrs Hudson?" he asked. He hoped that she wasn't in the flat, he couldn't let her be harmed thanks to him.
"At her sister's house." John answered. He had not a clue what was happening , less than two minutes ago he was reading his paper and now he was outside the flat as black smoke came out of the window. Sherlock let out a sigh of relief, Mrs Hudson was safe.
Within seconds the flat was completely covered in smoke and the sound of glass shattering filled the silent street with noise. People started to come out of their flats to see what happened. The smoke cleared slightly to show that most of the front wall of the flat was gone. In the back of the flat a fire was spreading. Sherlock turned to John, "I had a slight mishap with the experiment." Seconds later Sherlock had a fist in his face and he was on the floor.
Sherlock and John stared at what was now their flat. It wasn't exactly suitable for anything to live in anymore. They were homeless. John remained quiet and remembered all the happy moments that happened in the flat. Sherlock on the other hand was more concerned about how the body parts in the fridge were.
"How are the two of you doing?" asked Lestrade. What a stupid question! Lestrade mentally slapped himself. Of course both of them weren't doing fine, they were homeless! They had lost the Sherlock cave!
"Just completely fine!" Sherlock grumbled as he ran to a fireman to snatch away the human head that he was carrying
"Fine apart from we are homeless and we have nowhere to go." John moaned "Harry is back on the drink and I am not staying with her. Sherlock would rather live in the flat than be with Mycroft. And the both of us can't be in a hotel as Sherlock is banned from most of them, for mostly stupid reasons."
"I would let you stay in my flat until yours is fixed up. But unfortunately my brother and his kids are staying over at the moment. I'm sorry." Greg apologised, he couldn't imagine what Sherlock and John were feeling. He wondered on how they could stay calm in a situation like this. If this had happened to him he would be in tears.
Anderson shuffled closer to Greg to hear the conversation that took place. Just as Greg said he couldn't take the Dynamic Duo in. without thinking he said "You can stay with me. My mother has moved out and there is another spare room." Sherlock and John had matching expressions on their face of total surprise. Anderson regretted saying that , the moment it came out of this mouth. He had offered to let the Freak stay in his flat. What had he done? He didn't mind John staying with him as he never did anything to bother him. On the other hand Sherlock breathing annoyed him.
"You still live with your mother?" Sherlock broke the silence before laughing "That is so sad. You are in your thirties and you live with your mother."
"She lived with me. I made her pay rent" Anderson spluttered with his face turning pink.
Sherlock knew he was lying. "It's still sad though. Did you need the company after your wife left you?" Sherlock stopped laughing when John elbowed him in the ribs. "John that.."
"Are you sure?" John cut off Sherlock "We don't want to be a hassle for you. And we will pay rent and-"
"John be quiet. We are doing Anderson a great favour. He will have the famous Baker Street Blogger and Case solvers in his flat, think of all the benefits that he will get for having us stay with him." Sherlock placed his decapitated head in Anderson's arms. Anderson went pale and dropped the head.
"Have you inhaled the fumes?" Anderson asked he noticed that Sherlock didn't scold him for dropping the head. Sherlock noticed walking into the street was someone holding an umbrella and wearing an expensive suit.
Sherlock grabbed hold of John and Anderson and started dragging them to a taxi. "Let's go and see our new home then."
After Sherlock shoved Anderson into the car, John asked "I thought you would rather be homeless than live with Anderson?"
"True, but I would rather live with him than with my brother." Sherlock shrugged "Also it means that I get to look around his apartment and find things for blackmail. And I can see what his bedroom looks like under a black light. Also I can see how bad his dinosaur obsession is." Sherlock listed off.
John got into the taxi "Of course you do." He sighed "Try and be on your best behaviour when we are in Anderson's flat. He is very generous for letting us stay with him."
Sherlock got into the car "I am always on my best behaviour. But I will try for your sake." Sherlock said reluctantly
"Good. Otherwise if you misbehave there will be no crime scenes for a month." John growled.
"Fine I will behave." Sherlock sighed "And for the last time John, you are not my mother!"
Anderson wondered what he had gotten himself into and hoped that 221B would be repaired soon.
This will be a series of shorts of Sherlock and John living with Anderson. Feel free to give me ideas and I will use them for new chapters. Thank you in advance.