"Out with it, John" Sherlock mumbled, lips barely moving as she narrowed her all seeing gaze into the microscope in front of her

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked

"You've repeatedly glanced my way 4 times every minute for the past half hour" She sighed, straightening in her seat and turning her gaze on him "It's distracting"

Immediate flush of cheeks, eyes darting off to the side, arms crossing in a defensive posture. He was embarrassed by being caught, Sherlock noticed, though it wasn't like she cared. Feeling his eyes on her made it difficult to ignore his presence, as if the doctor was radiating warmth, shining a bright neon sign that said 'I'M HERE, PAY ATTENTION TO ME'

"You're curious about something, I can hear you thinking" She sighed when no response came "Ask so I can get back to work"

Rubbing of the neck, defeated slump of shoulders

"Just…Donovan…"

Donovan? She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. Wasn't what she was expecting, a personal question perhaps, something involving her love life, or lack there of, sexual history and such, but to bring up Donovan at a time like this…

"If you're thinking about starting a relationship with her, keep in mind she prefers men of the married variety" Her lips pulled slightly downwards at the corners "Though I suppose she sees you as unavailable due to our current arrangement" vague gesture between them, like the air there spoke for her "Perhaps that works in your favor"

"What? No! That's not what I meant"

Hand over his face, annoyance at Sherlock's assumption, like it was far off base

That put her uneasy nerves to rest, not fully understanding why the idea of John and Donovan made her skin almost crawl

Maybe the idea of her spending the night in what had become Sherlock's sanctuary was the root of the issue

Filed away for farther analysis

"Then what about her?"

"What's her problem with you? I know you're not the easiest person to get on with…but there is a limit"

"People are often threatened by genius, John"

"Lestrade isn't"

"Lestrade abides me because I get the cases solved. If I observed as well as his team, he'd have left me behind long ago" A pained edge touched her voice, and she turned back to the microscope with a sense of finality, mumbling the last words under her breath "Honestly, John, you forget just how little normal people understand"

"It's…a difficult thing to understand, Sherlock" John said hesitantly, as if afraid of the turn the conversation was taking, stumbling into an apparent mine field. Perhaps he should've seen it coming, broaching a sensitive topic like that, but he always just assumed Donovan's hatred of Sherlock was rooted to just envy, of her brains, her looks, or something equally as petty, the idea of anyone hating her at her core was too far stretched to him. Sherlock, though a lot of things, was not someone to hate, just somewhat annoying

Sherlock didn't reply to his last comment, and breathing out a shaky sigh, he contemplated just dropping the subject, it would certain be easier

"But I try" He added after several minutes of silence, his voice piercing the speechless air and caused her to tense just slightly, before relaxing again, shoulders slumping

"Hmm, yes…but you're special"

There was a smile in her voice

And that's it for this update

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