Dos

"John, look, I don't understand why this has bothered you so much," Sherlock said through the newspaper. "As you can see, I haven't been affected by it whatsoever."

"Yes, I can see that quite clearly, thank you," John set his tea down on the table and leant forward. "Sherlock, did you even know what I was saying to you yesterday?"

"Yes, obviously," Sherlock threw his paper on the arm of the chair irritably. "Like I said, feelings don't have an effect on me, and, I'm afraid to say, yours don't either."

John felt hurt. He felt like someone had reached down his throat, grabbed his lungs and squeezed them. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. All that swam in his mind was that Sherlock didn't feel the same way.

"Yep, okay then." John stood up abruptly and grabbed his coat.

Suddenly, Sherlock became very defensive. "Where are you going?" he asked abruptly.

"Out," John replied. "I need some air." He shoved his arms through his coat sleeves and straightened it against his figure.

"No, wait, John, I didn't mean-"

"Just shut the fuck up for once, Sherlock." John slammed the door to 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock was left standing by John's armchair, mouth hung open slightly, with a bemused look on his face.

"John," he called out, holding out hope that somehow John could hear him through solid walls.

Various ideas ran through his mind about what he should do. He could go after him and try and explain himself, or rather prove his point. He could stay in the flat and wait or John's inevitable return. He could contact Mycroft, as reluctant as it would be, and ask him to keep an eye on John.

Sherlock moved quickly towards the door, grabbing his coat and scarf in the process. He sped down the stairs, through the hallway and out of the door into the crisp night air.

Searching for John in London at night would be oh so tedious, so instead he whipped out his phone and sent a message to him.

Where are you? -SH

A couple of minutes went past and John replied. Typical Sherlock thought. John always acted out of character when he was upset.

John, this is ridiculous, where are you. –SH

Precisely 7 minutes later, Sherlock's phone vibrated in his pocket. He whisked it out and unlocked it. It took a few seconds before the message that appeared on the screen actually sunk in.

You really need to keep a closer eye on your pets, Sherlock.

Jim x.

Thanks for reading, love you all! Will update soon, I hope.

-Sherly xo