Sam: Sherlock wonders why I listen to songs on YouTube while I write. It's to zone him and his brother out.

Sherlock: *hand over heart* Hurtful

Sam: -_-

John: Sam owns nothing

Chapter Eight

Sam poked Sherlock's cheek and whispered, "Sherlock?... Sherlock… Sherlock!..."

He still wouldn't wake up. John came over and yelled with Sam.

"Sherlock!" And he jolted awake.

Sam smiled, "Hey, sleepyhead. I made dinner."

"I'm not hungry," Sherlock replied, trying to pull Sam onto his lap.

"Nice try," She pulled him to his feet. "You're going to eat." And she pushed him into the kitchen.

"Fine," Sherlock said. "But on one condition."

Sam looked at Sherlock, "And what's that?"

"I won't say in front of John."

John nearly choked on his drink and Sam stopped still and blinked before saying, "That's what you want for eating?"

Sherlock simply nodded and Sam looked at John and they had the following conversation:

Sam: How often does he eat?

John: Once every few days.

Sam: How much does he eat on those days?

John: Not much, I think the nicotine messes with his stomach, tricking him into thinking he's not hungry.

Sam: So this may be the only way we can get him to eat regularly?

John: *nods* Would seem so.

Sam: We need to get rid of the nicotine completely out of his system so he eats more.

John: Agreed. Not eating could be bad in the long run.

Sam: Damn, I'm gonna be busy trying to get him to eat.

John: Here's a thought, get him to be addicted to you instead of the drugs.

Sam: That may work…

John: *shrugs* Worth a shot.

Sam: Fine. Sam looked at Sherlock and puts some food in front of him, "Eat that and you have a deal.

Sherlock smirked and started to eat and John looked at Sam.

"She has got to be good in bed," He thought. "Otherwise Sherlock wouldn't have said that and wouldn't be eating…"

John sat in awe that Sam had so much power over Sherlock that he would eat just to have her. Sam looked at him, chewing a bite of her food, and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't waste your time," Sherlock said. "He's too shocked to be able to form an explanation."

Sam looked at Sherlock, "I've seen shock before. I've been shocked." She pointed at John. "That's not shock. It's like his mind has been wiped. Did we say some forbidden word or something?"

Sherlock chuckled and shook his head, "No, he just needs a few moments."

Sam blinked, "If he doesn't come back to us, we broke him."

When John snapped back into reality, Sam was halfway through cleaning up and Sherlock was watching her from his chair at the table.

"Right," John said. "What did I miss?"

Sam looked at John and shouted, "We didn't brake him!"

Sherlock smiled and John looked confused. "What?"

"Nothing," Sam gave an innocent smile and finished cleaning up.

"Good night John," Sherlock said as he stood up, walked over to Sam, scooped her up, and carried her to the bedroom. "And I suggest listening to music or turning the telly on."

Sam laughed and John shuddered as Sherlock slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it before dropping Sam on the bed.

Sam pulled Sherlock down into a kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his arms around her waist and a hand up the back of her shirt.

Sam: Yes, the actual Sherlock would probably never act like this but IDC