A/N: This is still set in TRF, after the infamous 'You' scene and during the time between Sherlock figuring out 'the code' and John getting the call about Mrs. Hudson. Hope you like! x

"You know this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been editing my blog."

Sherlock shot a dark look in John's direction from where he sat at the bench in the lab, "Now really isn't the time."

"If you'd let me put in everything about Jim – Moriarty – whatever you want to call him," John continued, ignoring his comment, "then no one would believe him now."

Sherlock's lip curled in a sardonic smile, "Why? Because blogs are so accurate?" he sneered, "People will believe it because they want to believe it," he continued, drumming his fingers on the bench top, "that's what makes it so clever."

"Any particular reason why we're here?" John asked after a moment.

"Our flat has been bugged," Sherlock reminded him, turning his attention back to the door, "and the police will be watching it."

"I forgot we were fugitives," John mumbled resignedly as he sat down.

"Besides, didn't you hear?" Sherlock continued, his tone brightening with false cheer, "This is my home away from home."

John sent him a questioning look as Molly came back into the room. Intent on carrying three cups of coffee she missed John glance between her and Sherlock as the latter's mood lifted almost imperceptivity at the sight of her.

"Thank you," John said quietly as Molly handed him a cup. He took a sip of his drink, watching over the rim of his cup as Molly handed Sherlock his; Molly kept her face slightly averted, but John noticed that Sherlock seemed to be studying her intently.

He raised his eyebrows as he put his own cup down; this was new.

"I still say this all could have been averted," John commented after a moment, watching Sherlock for a reaction.

He wasn't disappointed: this time the look Sherlock sent him was murderous, "Still not the time," he warned, nodding his head slightly in the direction of Molly who'd sat down at the computer nearby.

"I'm not saying it would have changed the outcome," John continued pretending not to notice Sherlock's scowl, "but if you'd laid bare all the details, people might be more willing to believe you."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed so that they were almost slits, "If I had laid bare all the details," he said in an icy tone, "then there would be even more at stake."

John glanced at Molly and then back at Sherlock who merely raised his eyebrows, "Burn the heart out of you," John said thoughtfully, repeating the words Sherlock had been wont to utter over the past few days.

"Exactly."

It wasn't the heartfelt declaration that John had been trying to wheedle out of him for months, but it was as close as he was going to get.

Both men lapsed into silence, recognising the end of their conversation. John took a sip of his drink, noticing Sherlock's gaze shift thoughtfully in the direction of the pathologist. Whatever Sherlock was planning, John hoped it would eventually have a happy outcome.

Maybe then he could publish his other blog.