After John and Sherlock had seen each other's wings the whole atmosphere had changed in the flat. Sherlock and John could now walk around with their wings out, well, provided that they could tell that no one would walk in on them. Mrs. Hudson, as always, knew something was up, so she set all her effort on figuring out what it was.
"You two seem a whole lot more relaxed than normal," she said as she checked on them one morning.
"It's nothing," said John. "We're just getting more sleep."
"Oh, is that what it is," said Mrs. Hudson with a knowing look.
"Not gay," John said.
"Well I'm not you're housekeeper and what am I acting like today? Your housekeeper, because you two are lazy and do nothing," Mrs. Hudson said answering her own question.
"Still not gay," John said getting a cup of tea.
"And I'm still not your housekeeper," said Mrs. Hudson as she went back downstairs to her flat.
John glanced at Sherlock who was lying on the couch chuckling. "What?" asked John.
"Oh, it's just that, Mrs. Hudson totally won that argument," Sherlock was still smiling.
"She did, didn't she?"
"Still not gay?"
"Still not gay," said John smiling and shaking his head.
"Hmm pity," said Sherlock.
"Totally," said John. After three years of people assuming that they were a couple John just kind of gave up trying to defend himself. So they joked about it and John wallowed in self pity that he couldn't get a date anymore. His reputation for being Three-Continent-Watson was starting to fail. "Hey, why is it that, out of the two of us, I'm the one that's sexuality is always questioned?"
"Because I never deny it, the more you say that you are not gay the more everyone thinks you are."
"I hate it when you are logical," said John jokingly.
"Really because I thought that your favorite character from Star Trek was Spock," said Sherlock.
"No I'm pretty sure it's Kahn right now," John and Sherlock had spent all day yesterday watching the original Star Trek movies to prepare for the first of the new series. They had spent all the movies trying to match up their friends with each character.
As the boys fought over Star Trek Mrs. Hudson came up with an idea. "Boys I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?"
"Sanity," John shouted from upstairs.
"A new flat mate," shouted Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson could hear something heavy being thrown across the room.
"I'll see what I can find," chuckled Mrs. Hudson as she walked over to the door, she opened and closed it, while staying inside the flat.
Upstairs Sherlock smiled and text John. "Do you realize what she is doing? S.H."
John almost opened his mouth to talk when he was silenced with a look from Sherlock. "Now what?" John texted back.
"She wants to know why we are friendlier towards each other. S.H."
"Oh, do you want to show her?"
"Sure it'll be fun. S.H." Sherlock smiled as he unfurled his dark black wings.
John soon followed suit. "Hey, John, do you think we could raid Mrs. Hudson's fridge?" Sherlock said smirking as he sat in his armchair.
"I don't know, it's not like she's here or anything," said John, he was now also smirking.
Sherlock bounced up out of his chair and headed downstairs, John was close behind. "Hey Mrs. Hudson, what brings you back so soon?" Sherlock asked once he had opened the door to her flat, she had her back to them and was digging through the refrigerator.
"Oh I had forgotten if I needed to get-" she was cut off when she turned around and saw the two boys. The jar she was holding hit the floor and its contents went everywhere.
"Mrs. Hudson!" both Sherlock and John shouted as they lunged to catch her as she fainted.
"My dear Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock started once she had come to, "I owe you a thousand apologies." I had no idea you would be so affected."