I don't own BBC Sherlock, they are the creative works of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and of course the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Well, wedding over and now NaNoWriMo is about to start, be warned, I might not update each week during October and November. I am going to try and do so.

Reliving the Past

Chapter Three

John cleaned up the rest of the dinner plates as Mrs Hudson took down the tea set she had brought up with her. She said her goodbyes, leaving the two men alone once more. John looked over to Sherlock who was already bringing his experiments back out of the cupboard that they had been put in. He couldn't help the small shake of his head as he watched. He finished his clean up and was happy to see that Sherlock had left part of the table empty for him to use, he was going to go into the living room and use the desk to work, but he enjoyed being in Sherlock's presence when he was typing up old cases.

John opened up the laptop and woke it up, he looked over to Sherlock and smiled a little before going back to typing. Sherlock noticed the look and asked, "What was that for?"

"Nothing," John said as innocently as he could.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes as he got up and walked over to where John was and read over his shoulder, "Such drivel John," he huffed at what he read and then went back to where he was sitting, "surely you have better things to say than that."

John chuckled, "Well, it's true, you do," he smiled a little and went back.

Sherlock just rolled his eyes and carried on with his experiment. The two were quiet, with John occasionally looking over to him. Sherlock would often prompt him to read what he was writing, and telling John he shouldn't romanticise it. John just smirked to him and carried on, ignoring him and telling him that they were getting more cases because of his blog than anything else. The two looked up as they heard someone running up the stairs to their flat.

"Lestrade," Sherlock grinned, excited about the prospect of a case for them to work on.

Lestrade through the door and looked around the living room for a moment before noticing that they were in the kitchen, "hey," he greeted with a strained smile as he walked over to the two of them.

"Case?" Sherlock asked as he looked over to him, not wishing to seem to eager.

"Yeah," he nodded, "It looks like a simple break in gone wrong, but it just doesn't feel right to me. The dad's dead, no mother around, teenage daughter found him when she came home from school," he told Sherlock, hoping he would take it.

Sherlock looked to him and rolled his eyes at the man, "Honestly Lestrade, they are the most boring cases out there," John winced at that, something that Sherlock noticed out of the corner of his eye.

"Please Sherlock, there just something off on this one and I really can't pin point it. Just come and have a look at least," Lestrade pleaded a little with the man.

John looked between the two of them and said softly, "Sherlock, please do this one, think of the daughter, a lot of these case are never solved."

Sherlock looked to him and could see that wasn't the only reason that he wanted him to take the case. Lestrade looked between the two of them and sighed as he said, "please Sherlock."

"You said you were bored earlier, and this will give you something to do, so why don't you take it?" John said, brining up Sherlock's boredom from before dinner.

Sherlock gave a small sigh and nodded his head, "Very well Lestrade, we shall take the case. Send the details to my phone and we shall follow you down."

Lestrade shook his head, he didn't know why Sherlock never wanted to hear the address, but he did as he was asked sent them, "You could always ride with me," he made the suggestion.

"We'll get a taxi," Sherlock said as he gave a look to the man.

Lestrade nodded his head as he said, "right then, I'll see you both there in a bit."

Sherlock nodded his head and then looked over to John, "Shall we go John," he said as he stood up from the table and went to grab his coat.

"Not yet you don't," John said as he looked to his friend as he saved his work and shut down the laptop.

Sherlock turned to him, wondering what John could be on about, "Why not?" he asked him, frowning.

John gave a pointed look to the mess on the table. Sherlock sighed and went back to it and began to clean it up. John helped a little as well, cleaning and disinfecting the table. He knew that Sherlock didn't want to do this case, so he didn't make too much of a fuss of helping him. It was John's way of saying thank you. Just the thought of someone else going through what he had done when he had found his dad, it saddened him.

Sherlock finished putting it all away and then walked to John as he finished. He wanted to ask why John wanted him to take this case. He observed his friend for a moment and thought better of asking anything. He could see that John was tense again, and the relaxed air about him had totally gone since Lestrade had mentioned the case.

"Shall we go now?" Sherlock asked, his voice soft.

John turned to him and nodded, "Yeah, I think we should, Lestrade may be wondering where we are since we're taking longer than normal to get to him," he smiled a little, though Sherlock could see that it was slightly forced.

"Yes, though it is your fault, you made us clean up before we go anywhere," Sherlock smiled back to him, hoping that it would help John relax a little.

"Maybe, but it needed to be done, you never know how long we might be out for and I would rather not come back to find that stinking up the place," John joke, though not relaxing that much as they walked out of the flat and headed own the stairs.

The door to 221A opened up and Mrs Hudson walked out and smiled, "You boys going out?"

"Yes Mrs Hudson, John has insisted that I take a case. I don't think it will be very interesting but John believes that I should, so I have," Sherlock said, though John could see that he was only mock complaining about taking the case.

"Oh, behave Sherlock," Mrs Hudson admonished him lightly.

"Exactly," John smiled a little, "you were complaining that you were bored before we had dinner, so this is something that you can do, so shut up," he grinned at the end. Though Sherlock and Mrs Hudson could ell that it was a little forced.

"I know John, they leave a lot behind but can be hard to track," he said as he headed for the door.

Mrs Hudson walked with them and gave them each a kiss on the cheek, "Just be careful, you never know what you might come across with this, so please be careful," she told them, a look of worry entering her eyes. She couldn't help but do so, she had seen them come back from a few case battered and bruised and even had to take clothes down to the hospital because one of them had been hurt badly enough to require medical attention for more than a few stitches.

"We will Mrs Hudson, we always try our best to be careful, we know we worry you," John said kindly as he gave her a little kiss, Sherlock quickly doing the same as he opened the front door and walked out of the house.

John smiled to her one last time as she stood at the doorstep as Sherlock called for a taxi. It didn't take long for one to stop at the kerb and for the two of them to get in. Mrs Hudson waved her hand and then closed the front door as the two of them were driven out of sight.

The elderly woman gave a little sigh as she walked up to their flat. She liked to give it a bit of a tidy when they were on a case, even if it was only for the day. She wasn't their housekeeper, but she couldn't help but take care of the two of them. Sherlock was just helpless in her eyes half the time, he would forget what day it was and then forget that he needed to eat. John, when he first limped in she couldn't help but want to mother the man, he looked as though he was at the end of his rope. Sherlock soon brought a spark to the man and she was forever glad that the two of them had met, they brought out the best in each other. She smiled as she looked around and noted that the place was clean, but it could do with a vacuum so she went down and got her own and got to work, she had to take care of her boys, she just hoped this case would bring the spark back to John, his smiles had been fake when they had dinner together.

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