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Chapter 7
As John made his way to his room to go to bed, he stooped down to give Sherlock a goodnight kiss.
"Night, Sherlock."
"Jooohn, so you really have to go to sleep?" Sherlock whined.
"Yes, Sherlock I do, some of us actually need sleep."
"Sleeping," Sherlock scoffed, "Sleeping is boring."
"Night Sherlock." John called over his shoulder.
"Night, love." Sherlock turned back to what he was doing. When he finished he sat down in his chair to record his results on his website. Dang, his laptop was in his room, and he didn't really feel like going to get it. He saw John's laptop, he could use that.
Sherlock stretched to reach it and entered the passcode. Incorrect passcode, oh, he must've changed it. Sherlock tried all of the obvious possibilities:
Afghanistan
Strawberry Jam ect.
This was bothering him, normally he could guess John's passcode in a matter of minutes, this time it was taking him, what was it, jeeze it was five am. He had been at it for five hours! John would be up soon, and he probably wouldn't appreciate Sherlock being on his laptop.
John woke at six and went through his normal routine; shower, dressed, and go downstairs to get breakfast. When he made it downstairs to get his breakfast he found Sherlock sitting in his chair staring at the wall.
"Sherlock, didn't you get any sleep?" John asked as he went to make himself some toast.
Sherlock shook his head, in his mind he was thinking of other possibilities for John's passcode. He was still thinking when John pushed a plate of toast in front of him; absently he took a bite of toast.
"Sherlock?"
"Hmmm?" Sherlock said having been pulled out of his train of thought, "What is it John?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh nothing, just thinking, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I suppose you could say that. Well I better be off." John said making his way over to the door.
Sherlock stood to follow him, "Why?" he asked confused.
"Sherlock," John said laughing, "I have to go to work."
"Oh, that." Sherlock pulled John into a kiss.
"Mmmm, now I'm not sure I want to go."
"John, remember, you have to work," Sherlock said with a smile on his face, "I'll still be here when you get back." Sherlock gave John a peck on the cheek and pushed him out the door.
"Bye, Sherlock." John said over his shoulder.
Now, to get back to the real problem, he pulled out John's laptop again and began entering characters. He pondered the possibilities until about five pm. He was scanning his mind palace for possible codes. When John walked in, he didn't even realize that he had gotten home.
John walked through the door of 221b expecting Sherlock to be there waiting to greet him. Instead he found him sitting in his chair with John's laptop staring off into space.
"Sherlock?" John said walking towards the detective and waved his hand in front of his face, "Sherlock?"
John knew exactly how to get his… boyfriend? Out of his reverie. He leaned over to Sherlock and kissed him.
Sherlock looked to John, surprised. He hadn't even seen him come in, not that he was complaining about John's methods of waking him from his thoughts. Sherlock started to kiss John back, but eventually they had to come up for air.
"What was that for, love?" Sherlock asked.
"To wake you, what were you thinking about?"
"Nothing really, just thinking in general."
"Sherlock, what were you doing with my laptop?"
John looked at his laptop, it was still locked. Ha, Sherlock hadn't figured it out.
"I was going to update my website."
"But?"
"Fine, I couldn't get the passcode, you win. Now what is it?"
"Sherlock, I'm not going to tell you, at least not yet. I want to see if you will figure it out. Now can I see my laptop?"
"But Joooohn!" Sherlock whined, "Please!" Sherlock made his bottom lip quiver.
"No, Sherlock. How about this I'll give you until tomorrow, if you haven't figured it out by then I will tell you."
"Fine," Sherlock grumbled, at least he would get to know it eventually.
"Sherlock, I don't believe that I got a proper hello."
"Oh, I apologize, love. Hello." Sherlock brought John in for a kiss.
"That's a better hello." John walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. He picked up the remote and turned on Doctor Who.
Sherlock went over to the kitchen table and was bending over some chemical that was emitting a dense cloud of smoke.
John turned, "Sherlock,*cough, cough* what is that?" John asked, waving his hand in front of his face, trying to make the smoke dissipate.
"Oh, its *cough* nothing John."
John made his way over to Sherlock, who was fighting to regain control over his experiment by putting a testube full of liquid into the other container.
"Sherlock, are you sure that's safe?"
"Yes, I am sure, its just water."
The mixture started to sizzle ominously; the sizzling was soon followed by a series of pops.
"John! Get out NOW!" Sherlock yelled pushing the doctor out of the flats' door just before the mixture on the table exploded, sending shards of glass and varying science equipment sailing through the air after them as they ran out of the door.
"Oh, shit. Mrs. Hudson is not going to be happy." John said between coughs.
Sherlock turned to John, very seriously, "John, are you ok?" Sherlock asked urgently.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked, just as urgently.
"Yes, Sherlock, I'm fine. Are you ok?"
"Yes."
As the smoke cleared, John looked to Sherlock, his silk shirt was torn and he had a sliver of glass protruding from his upper arm.
thank you for reading, now i propose a little guessing game, if you know me don"t anwser plz, just by my writing style how old do you think i am? thanks for reading.
