Author's Note: hey, i know, another short chapter. bite me. I'm afraid it's either short chapters or your all going to have to wate aaagggeeesss for another update, mainly beacause i HATE this fic with every inch of my sole. strange, i admit, but true, I really only posted this to occupy you lot while i write more of the other fic anyway...enjoy!

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Sherlock frowned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"What's funny?"

"nothing, I'm just not normally smarter than you about a subject..." John grinned. Sherlock scowled and turned his gaze on the arm of the chair that wasn't occupied by John, who just laughed again and stood to wash up his empty mug, reaching for Sherlock's. He passed it over then drew his knees up onto the chair. Reaching down, he picked up a book and rested it on his knees. John looked at Sherlock and smiled again before turning to wash the mugs; he wanted to give the detective a moment alone to gather his thoughts, and he needed to do so himself anyway, he had just kissed Sherlock Holmes, for Christ sake.

Sherlock flicked through the pages absent mindedly, but he found his mind drifting away from the words. He continued to try reading, though; it would clear his mind somewhat. Not much had changed, really, when he thought about it, all that had altered was how he and John acted around each other, and he doubted that would go much further than 221B. Anderson would be insufferable if he found out; Sherlock didn't look forward to that particular conversation.

John scrubbed the dishes, his mind somewhat preoccupied; it had finally hit him, he was gay? that really started to freak him out now, he was gay!? how? was he always gay? since when? he leaned heavily on the sink, starting to hyperventilate. Silently, Sherlock got up and went to join John. He hesitated before placing one of his hands over John's.

"John?" he asked quietly. His room mate looked up at Sherlock, searching his face.

"I'm fine..." as he looked at Sherlock he saw again what had made him come back, what had made him hug Sherlock, kiss Sherlock; it was because he was Sherlock, and John was just meant to be with him. he smiled, suddenly full of assurance.

"I'm fine." Sherlock raised an eyebrow; well, that was certainly odd, fine people don't have to lean on sinks to stay standing.

"If you're certain," he replied.

"of course I am." John smiled reassuringly.

"Good." Turning on his heel, Sherlock went about collecting various pieces of science equipment again, attempting to tidy up most of his mess and salvage his experiment. John watched him, watching the way he walked, the way his hips rolled and his waist turned, absorbing Sherlock's image. The detective glanced over at John, raising an eyebrow again.

"Are you staring at me?"

"hmm? no, just looking." He smirked.

"Still looking, though, weren't you?" John raised an eyebrow jokily.

"is that a problem?"

"...I suppose not." Sherlock picked up a pair of goggles and pulled them on before he peered down at a substance in a test tube that bubbled quietly. John liked this; he liked being able to admire Sherlock, to be able to be close to him whenever he wanted. it was...for filling. John finished his tea slowly, dragging his eyes away from Sherlock.

The detective moved back quickly when the experiment spat a few droplets of the liquid into the air to avoid them, a tiny smile flickering at the corners of his lips. The smile turned into a frown when the liquid stilled. Sherlock scowled and promptly poured it down the sink.

"Boring now." John looked up from his seat on the sofa, newspaper in hand.

"what was that Sherlock, will it break the pipes again?" Sherlock chuckled as he rinsed out the test tube.

"It might do..."

"oh Sherlock..." John realised there was no point and trailed off. Sherlock laughed quietly and put the test tube aside. Removing his goggles, he shook his head and blinked. Sighing, John turned back to the paper, reading an article about glowing cats. He wasn't really interested in cats, glowing or not, but he also wasn't really sure what to do now.

Sherlock was bored too. With his experiment over, he had nothing left to do. Eventually, after much consideration, he decided he would search for John's gun and shoot the wall again. BANG! Sherlock shoot the smiley face in the wall, announcing "Bored" in a dull tone.