A/N: So this is my first story…..please be gentle…..I will try and update ASPA but I don't know….life is pretty crazy.
"Why not, John?" Sherlock demanded. He stood in the kitchen safety goggles on and test tubes in his hands. Clad in pajama bottoms and a loose shirt he wore his robe over top careful not to burn it on the Bunsen burner he had lit on from of him.
"Because Sherlock, you can't just ask to experiment on the bodies in molly's morgue! It's not right." John turned from his latest blog entry and glared. They had been having a lazy Sunday afternoon when Sherlock had announced he needed a whole human to experiment on. John had been shocked. He was used to body parts but a whole human? No way was he going to let Sherlock to that in Baker Street.
"How is it not right? It's not like the corpses would need their body. They are dead." Sherlock sighed in exasperation. He held the test tube over the fire and watched as the liquid began to boil.
"Have some respect for the dead, Sherlock." John said firmly. Sherlock shrugged and when back to his experiments. John sighed and stared at Sherlock. His long curls fell in his face and John stared for a moment. His hair looks good like that. John though and then paused. He quickly turned back to his laptop. Did I really just think that? About my flatmate? He shrugged and glanced back to Sherlock. No big deal, the though had passed and he shrugged again. Hours later, Sherlock came up behind John and leaned over John's shoulder, reading ever word of his current blog post.
"Whom." He said without looking away from the screen. Sherlock was inches away from john and John could feel the warmth of Sherlock's body.
"I'm sorry?" John asked quietly. Being this near to Sherlock seemed to have taken his breath away. This should not be happened. HE IS MY FLATMATE! My best friend. I should not be like this. What is going on? John wondered.
"That should be whom not who." Sherlock pointed to the screen. His eyes met johns and they held the gaze. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, for 15 seconds before either of them turned away. Sherlock cleared his throat and walked back to the kitchen.
"Thank you." John said quietly turning to fix the mistake.
"Anytime." Sherlock responded. What was that? John wondered.