Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to update! Here's chapter three. It is a much shorter chapter, but I'll hopefully have chapter four out soon! Please leave reviews so I have some motivation! Thank you for reading!
Sherlock sat upright, hair in a tousled mess. As he tried to untangle himself from the bed sheets John talked into the doorway with a cup of tea in his hand.
"Oh good, you're up." He quickly walked over to his best friend and sat at the edge of the bed near him as John set the tea down.
"How are you feeling?"
Sherlock looked completely bewildered as his brow furred in frustration. "…F-fine. I'm feeling fine." The violinist's eyes twitched ever so slightly at his friend being so near to him.
John cleared his throat before asking "Sherlock?" the low grumble of clearing his throat happened again. "Do you uh- Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
The doctor's hands nervously gripped his knees as he looked down at them before glancing up at Sherlock.
Sherlock still had the same expression of confusion on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but only inhaled and closed his mouth again like a fish.
"Forget it, you were high, and I was foolish, and it doesn't matter-" John kept muttering as he got up to leave the room once again. A tug on his arm brought him back down to the bed.
"Of course I remember John. I always remember." Sherlock's icy blue eyes shot through John just like the shiver that went down his spine.
Now it was John's turn to be in shock. The doctor stared back into his partner's eyes with his mouth slightly agape, without the slightest clue of how to respond.
"What I would like to know is how I ended up in your bed." Sherlock's low voice inquired.
"Oh, ha." John's lips deceived him as they curled into a smile thinking about how he finally got the chance to hold the great Sherlock Holmes in his arms while he slept.
"Well, you passed out in the shower, so I carried you into my room since it is closer, and laid you on the bed while I got some clothes for you to slip into."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and scooted so he was sitting crisscrossed on the bed.
"How embarrassing." He muttered as he dramatically sighed. "But that's all over now, what new cases do we have?"
John felt his heart drop slightly. All over? Did he mean them? Or just yesterday? His hands clasped one another as these thoughts ran through his mind. Oh! Sherlock asked him a question. Think John, get your head together! New Case!
"Case! Uh, case. Yeah, I mean no. No new case today." John mentally kicked himself for being so upset by his friend. Friend…
"John! John is Sherlock up yet!?" The shrill little boy's voice rang out as he ran into the flat, making much more racket than a 75-pound boy should make.
"He uh- still has his violin lesson with you." John said looking back up at Sherlock. "You'd better get dressed."
"I'll stay in my rob." Sherlock gave the smallest smile he could muster as John got up, freeing the side of the bed so the detective could get up as well.
Archie busted through the doorway into the bedroom, his curled hair a mess and his chest heaving. "Oh, am I interrupting?" He asked, a sly smile crossing his face as he began to laugh. John blushed as Sherlock began to laugh as well, walking towards the little boy.
"Of course not. Now, go and get your violin and wait for me in the living room." Sherlock instructed as he knelt in front of the boy.
"Right away!" Archie smiling again, winking at Sherlock before he ran off.
Sherlock stood up and closed the door behind him, facing John. "Now, we only have a few minutes. Strip."