1ST NIGHT PART II

"John, stop touching me!" Said a sleepy six foot tall consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, resting his curly and dark haired head over a pillow between a very sleepy Mary and a very surprised John Watson.

"What the -."

"Hush! You'll wake May up!"

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed? And - with my girlfriend! Bastard!" Shouted John with his tired lungs, turning the lights on, whilst Mary started to open her blue eyes and Sherlock started rolling his, slightly annoyed.

Mary yawned. "Sweetie, I have three dresses to finish tomorrow, please." Then she tossed to her side, while John looked at them both, Mary and Sherlock, still there in their place, giving him a look. John just stood there, in front of his big bed wearing only a pair of pants.

"And I'm sure Lestrade will call -." Tried to say Sherlock when John interrupted him.

"Answer my question! What the fuck are you doing in my bed? And - with my girlfriend! This, Sherlock, is the worst thing you could have done to me. And you Mary -."

While John shouted and screamed like a a crazy, mad man, Mary and Sherlock sat in the bed. They gave John a look and crossed their arms on their chests. John felt so upset. On one side, he knew he was talking about Sherlock Holmes, a man with neither sexual nor romantic needs, ergo, he wasn't having an affair with his girlfriend. Then, what could have happened to him and Mary to be the both of them there, sleeping side by side on his bed? If something he didn't know about was going on, and it was quite clear that something was going on, John wanted explanations.

"John, I consider you the cleverest person after me, but you're acting like someone who has a lower IQ than Anderson." Said Sherlock yawning. Mary nodded and added, "Please John, I need to sleep!"

The blond doctor pointed at them with his index finger, before shouting again. "What are you doing here, Sherlock? I want an explanation for this," And while he said that, Mary turned to her side, yawning and closing her blue eyes when John woke her with another shout. "You too, Mary!"

Sherlock placed a hand over her thin shoulder, and tried to reassure her everything was going to be OK. "Go to sleep, Mary. I'll explain -."

"Of course you're going to explain this and don't touch her!"

Sherlock get off the bed and put on his blue gown. He walked to the kitchen and looked inside the fridge with the ease of someone who was the owner of the place. John forgot his current state, almost naked and wearing only a pair of pants and followed the detective.

"Baker Street has been strangely invaded by termites."

John frowned. "Termites?" He repeated.

"Mrs. Hudson hired people to fumigate the whole place. She's staying over her sister's in Cardiff. So I came here and I asked Mary if I could stay." Explained Sherlock in a very cool way while inspecting the kitchen drawers. For him it was something so common to say and explain to a man who came tired from work and the only thing he wanted to do was cuddle his girlfriend. But he was talking to a very mad, angry man.

"You could have called Mycroft. Or maybe you could have gone to an hotel." Said John, still a bit angry with the detective.

"Don't be so dull, John. Mycroft isn't even an option. And you know I don't like hotels, they are not clean and -."

"Then why are you here?"

Sherlock was about to go back to bed when he looked at John.

"Because you and Mary are my friends. I thought..." The consulting detective faked an excellent sad, disappointed face. "I better be off then."

John sighed and bit his lower lip. "You can stay, Sherlock. I'm sorry. Yes, this is what friends do and we're friends, aren't we? I remember when you let me share your duvet." Joked John, playfully. The consulting detective smiled a bit and patted his short friend's shoulder.

"Let's go to sleep. You look tired." Said Sherlock and then both men returned to John and Mary's room. The taller man was already climbing on the bed when the doctor stopped him.

"You're not going to sleep next to Mary, Sherlock."

The detective rolled his grayish eyes. "John, you know I consider myself married to my work. You should know that better than anyone."

The blond man shook his head, and smiled. Sherlock was right, he was married to his work and he would always be. But when both men finally rested their heads on the pillows, Mary tossed and turned to face them.

"You finally realised poor old Sherlock needed a place to stay and that he wasn't sleeping with me?"

Sherlock chuckled from under the covers and John hit the detective's ribs with his elbow.

"Yeah, we're going to talk about this tomorrow. Good night love."

"Good night, John." Replied Sherlock.

"I was talking to Mary!"

Mary couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend and his friend. She was very fond of Sherlock. He was the one who encouraged her to move to London and turn her dreams into plans. And the consulting detective was the one who helped her to finally be with John. She owed him so much, that if John hadn't let Sherlock sleep there until he solved his problems, she would have fought for him.

Because that's what friends do.

And they were friends after all.

"Nighty night boys!"