John walked in a week later from his bedroom upstairs to find Sherlock scanning the computer screen (John's computer screen) with his fingers forming a small steeple in front of his mouth. "What're you reading, Sherlock? A case?"
"Mmm, more fanfiction…" Sherlock said to the laptop.
"Sh-Sherlock! Why the bloody hell would you read that again?!" John asked, nearly jumping out of his chair.
"I'm trying to decipher why they insist on killing me." He said through his fingertips.
John leaned over Sherlock's shoulder. The title read "All Alone on the Lake." John scanned a few lines.
"I'm aware I'm talking to him, but I have no idea what I'm saying. I might be telling him that I love him, I might be telling him I always have. And I always will."
John widened his eyes and peered closer. He realized Sherlock was, well, dead. Oh well, John had already been there, done that.
Sherlock hummed and kept reading. Raising an eyebrow occasionally. John swore under his breath and went to the kitchen for a cup of strong tea. Or… perhaps some coffee.
Mrs. Hudson walked in and was unusually quiet. And wasn't making eye contact with either of them. "Brought you two some cake…" She was just about to quietly leave when John stopped her. "You on some new medication, Hrs. Hudson? You're quiet."
"And it's nice…" Sherlock mumbled scrolling on the mouse.
"Oh-I'm fine, dear… I ummm- nothing!" Mrs. Hudson flustered. "Just… found a… website…"
"Ohhh….!" John nodded taking a sip of his coffee.
"John… Can you come here?" Sherlock asked.
"What's up?" He said glancing to his side watching Mrs. Hudson quickly walk down the stairs.
"Have you seen some of the pictures?" Sherlock clicked on a new tab and pulled up some pictures of John and Sherlock massaging each other…
John and Sherlock hugging quite intimately…
John and Sherlock kissing…("Bloody hell!")
John and Sherlock in bed…
John and Sherlock—"CHRIST! Jesus, Sherlock! Can you believe their nerve?!"
Sherlock looked amused…
Next chapter will have Molstrade and Sherliarty.