Chapter 1: The Couch

Sherlock was pacing the flat slowly, barefoot and in deep thought. He was patiently, as patient as it gets for Sherlock, waiting for the time of his experiment to be done curing. With nothing to do but pace and wonder how the experiment would turn out it was what John Watson came home to after a long day at the surgery.

"Bored I'd take it?" John asks him hanging up his coat and crossing the sitting room floor to his chair that seemed to be calling his name all day long. He almost could have swore he melted into the chair. John was exhausted, he leaned his head back on his chair and closed his eyes keeping back the headache for a little longer.

The pitter patter of Sherlock's bare feet was the only sound in the flat and it somehow was completely soothing to John. To him, Sherlock didn't speed up of slow down and if he did he didn't notice because he was already half asleep.

John was startled awake by a cold finger poking at his nose gently. "Mm-Sherlock you could have just let me fall asleep..." John kept his eyes closed and hadn't realized until then that he was right in front of him. He cackled open an eye and opened both slowly. "What, what is it? What have I done now?" His voice echoed in the quiet flat.

Sherlock moved away and started pacing again not bothering to answer John's questions. "Sherlock?!"

"Yes, John?" He was cool and collected when he finally did respond and continued his pacing. "I don't have time to answer your silly questions. I have better things to do." Came his snarky remark.

"Like what, make the floor boards non existent?!" John knew this was typical Sherlock, but couldn't help his reaction because he had had enough today. "You know what..fine I'm just going to turn in early then. Night, Sherlock." John made sure his voice sounded bitter and hoped Sherlock had heard it that way. He, for whatever reason, just wanted Sherlock's full attention sometimes and today had been that day.

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As Sherlock continued to pace he watched John stomp up the stairs to his room. He heard the timer go off indicating his experiment was done and fully cured for him.

Sherlock, just like that completely forgot about the one sided argument John had had and gave all his attention to his experiment.

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John woke up the next morning, Saturday morning, and went through his daily routine of attempting to get Sherlock to eat. John waking up a little more as he moved about his bedroom remembered last night and decided against speaking with Sherlock at least until after he'd had his shower.

John quickly grabbed some fresh clothes and his bath robe before heading downstairs and into the shared bathroom. Once inside John took care to lock the door in case Sherlock chose not to hear the water running and began to strip and turn on the water.

Once he was clean and smelling of his favorite soap he exited the bathroom in his jeans and plain t-shirt, hair still wet. He brought the towel out with him and ruffled up his hair drying a little and walked into the kitchen, towel on his left shoulder.

What John expected had been Sherlock in his bedroom at least pretending to be asleep, but he probably should have seen this coming. Sherlock, fast asleep on the kitchen table, was quietly watched momentarily by his flatmate. John thought about moving him to his bedroom, but decided he only gets a few hours of sleep, so he settled for moving him to the couch. Slowly and carefully he managed not to wake him and he grabbed a blanket from Sherlock's bedroom and put it on top of him before returning to making breakfast.