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Back from Alcon, two fics wont be updated this week as I haven't had time to write them.

Reliving the Past

Chapter Two

John walked around the living room picking up some more of Sherlock's papers. The man had been in a frenzy that morning as soon as John had woken up in the chair. Papers had gone flying as he tried to find the notes he had made on one of his past experiments. John picked up another bunch of papers and looked through them, reading what it was about before letting it join all the others about that particular subject. There was an order to the chaos after all.

Sherlock was in the kitchen, experimenting on something. Though John didn't know what just that a lot of the cleaning products were out and there was a lot of bits of flesh on the table. John carried on cleaning the living room before he headed into the kitchen to see if there was anything in there that needed tidying up. He closed his eyes for a moment and prayed for patience.

"Sherlock," he said with a sigh as he walked over to the table.

Sherlock looked up for a moment, he had taken over the whole of the kitchen table this time, "Yes John?" he asked him.

"What are you doing now?" he asked him as he began to clean up some of the things that were on the counters, not daring to disturb what Sherlock was using. He would rather not have a lecture about the importance of uncontaminated results. It wasn't his fault that Sherlock never labelled anything.

Sherlock looked to him and could see the genuine interest on the mans face so he answered him, "I am seeing what dissolves the flesh better."

John frowned, "Well, that would be Lye," he said as he looked to him.

Sherlock smiled and nodded, "Yes that would work quite well I know. But I am trying to find out which household products would work best," he told him what he was working on.

John nodded his head, "all right, just make sure you make a list of everything that you use up so I can buy more," he told him, a smile on his face as he carried on cleaning. The smell of what was going on behind him not bothering him. He had gotten used to the many smells that would drift around the flat.

John finished cleaning and sighed, wondering what he could do now. He was trying to keep busy, keep his mind of what he had dreamt about last night. He knew that Harry would be calling him soon. She always did, to rant about never finding out who had murdered their father, and that John should have gotten home earlier. John looked at the time and grinned, there was something he could do. It was almost four o'clock, so he could always start dinner and let it cook slowly.

"Sherlock," he called out to his friend as he turned to face him, "Can you start tidying up and putting things away so I can make a start on dinner?" he asked him.

Sherlock looked up and shook his head, "John, surely it is too early to eat," he said as he carried on with his experiment.

"I want to make a start at least," he told him as he started looking through the cupboards.

Sherlock huffed a little, "John I am board, at this moment in time this is keeping me entertained, I just need some space on the table for this," he told him. Hoping that the compromise would work. He had noted that John had barely stopped moving since he had woken up that morning. What ever it was that he had dreamed about was still affecting the man.

"Have you checked your emails at all?" John wondered, hoping that maybe a small case had come in that Sherlock could work on for an hour or two.

"Yes, all boring, each of them were small little cases that I didn't even need to leave the laptop for. I solved them and sent an email back to them," he told him as he watched John start to make dinner, he could see that it would take a while to cook as soon as he finished preparing it.

"Anything interesting at all?" John asked him as he carried on preparing dinner.

"No, nothing, they were all so boring John, not even interesting enough for me to do. I only did them because I know that you would want me to do a few of them at least," he told his friend as he moved a few things around on the table and disinfected half of it to make sure that they would have somewhere to eat a little later on.

John went quiet as he made dinner, he put the dish in the oven and stood straight. He turned to the table and smiled when he saw that part of it was clean, "Will the rest of it be cleaned in half hour?" he asked.

Sherlock looked to him and gave a put upon sigh, "Yes, I suppose I will, I shall need a shelf in the cupboard as I do not believe that you will want anything in the fridge," he said with a smirk over to John.

"Damn right on that, rather not have the possibility of anything contaminating our food. I'll prepare a cupboard for you to use, just make sure that you clean it out all the time. I don't want to find it all rotten in there," he told him as he went to one of the cupboard that was hung up on its own and cleaned it out of the few things that were in there and layered it with a bit of cling film. He would need to find some heavy duty plastic as well and a way to seal the doors so none of the smell would get out.

Sherlock watched him for a moment and nodded his thanks when John walked past into the living room. He grabbed his laptop and walked back in the kitchen and sat at the clean part of the table. He started typing up an old case that he had meant to get done a few days ago.

"Boys!" came a call as Mrs Hudson walked in with a tray of tea for them all, "I thought we could all do with a nice cup of tea, I've been hearing someone walking around all day up here," she said as she placed the tray down and poured them all some.

"Thank you Mrs Hudson," John smiled to her, as Sherlock gave her his thanks as well.

"How are you boys?" she asked as she sat down and wrinkled her nose at what Sherlock was doing.

"We're both fine Mrs Hudson," John replied, smiling to her, "Want to stay for dinner, I've made plenty?" he asked her.

"Oh how wonderful, don't mind if I do," she smiled and nodded, she looked to the mess that Sherlock had made and shook her head, "Is that going to be cleaned up before dinner?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and nodded his head, "Yes, John has prepared a place for me to put them all. I will be doing so in a moment."

"Good lad," she smiled to him.

John chuckled as he got up and checked on dinner, setting up a few plates for them and something to drink with dinner. Nothing fancy, but something that he had in the kitchen for a while. Thankfully without attracting Sherlock attention to experiment on. Sherlock stood up after a few more minutes and began to put everything away.

Mrs Hudson looked to him as she said softly, "Really Sherlock, you should do that type of thing at a lab."

Sherlock nodded his head, "While a lab would be the ideal environment for most of my experiments Mrs Hudson. I do not have regular access to one that I can use at any time of the day or night. So I make do with the kitchen here," he told her as he began to sterilise the table once more knowing that John would insist and bother him if he didn't do it.

"Maybe we can get a few things in here that would make it easier," John suggested, "if we had a place for you to do that then you wouldn't have to have everything everywhere. Not only that but a secure place to put your experiments would be welcomed," he said as he thought about it a little and brought out dinner and dished it up.

Sherlock cleaned his hands and sat back down at the table, "True, I shall see what can be done."

John nodded and handed the plates out and a glass of wine to go with it. He sat down, relaxing a little more with every passing minute of normality that surrounded him. It wasn't often that Mrs Hudson would join them for dinner, as they would often be working on a case, or be out at Angelo's for dinner. It was nice to see the old motherly woman relax with them.

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