Leaving

I am so sorry for the slow update life has been a bit crazy lately but I really hope you are all still sticking with me as I love to know that you are reading this and what you think.

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"Oh John dear, thank goodness you are here maybe you can talk some sense into him," Mrs Hudson said corning him in the hallway.

"Why what's going on? What are you talking about?" John asked in a mixture of concern and confusion.

"You mean you don't...you'd best go see," Mrs Hudson said shaking her head as she shooed him off in the direction of Sherlock's flat.

"Okay," John muttered in confusion as he got to Sherlock's door. "Hey Sherlock, what's going on? Only I just met Mrs Hudson there and she seems a bit I dunno stressed about something. Is everything okay?" he asked walking in.

"Fine, everything's fine John," Sherlock said distractedly as he came into the room carrying a large box.

"Right, eh what are you doing?" he asked taking in the mess round about him that was a lot worse than usual.

"I'm busy John. If you are not going to help then please leave I don't have time for idle chat," Sherlock said curtly as he strode over to his bookcase and began piling the books into the box he'd been carrying.

"What are you doing?" John asked watching him.

"I'd have that that was obvious," he snapped.

"Tell me anyway," John said.

"I'm packing. Like I said I thought it was obvious."

"Why are you packing? What's going on?" John demanded.

"Why do people normally pack John?" Sherlock asked wearily.

"You're not, you're not moving are you?" John asked staring at him.

"No I just want to put all of my possessions into boxes for no reason. Yes, John i'm moving," Sherlock said.

"Why?" John asked confused.

"If you are not going to help then leave. I already said I don't have time for this."

"Where are you moving to?" John pressed.

"A new place not too far from here," Sherlock answered shortly.

"When were you going to tell me?" John asked.

"You would have found out case in point as you now know. I didn't need to tell you. It is of no concern to you where I live," Sherlock answered.

"Oh John, have you managed to talk him out of this mad idea of his?" Mrs Hudson asked walking into the flat.

"Mrs Hudson could you please leave and could you kindly take John with you," Sherlock said evenly.

"Sherlock stop this foolishness. I have told you we can work something out. You don't have to leave," she pleaded desprately.

"Yes I do Mrs Hudson. Do stop getting so upset there is no need for it. You often complained about the mess and the noise, well now you don't need to worry about that," he said calmly.

"Sherlock, you don't need to move out. I told you I can try and adjust the rent so you can stay," she pleaded.

"You are moving out because you can't afford the rent? Is this because I moved out? Jesus Sherlock why didn't you bloody talk to me?" John moaned guilt swelling inside him.

"Why, no point. You knew I couldn't afford the flat alone, it was why I was looking for a flatmate. You didn't think I wanted a flatmate for the company did you?" he asked dryly.

John bit his lips as Sherlock's words outside Baker Street floated back to him. 'Between the two of us we should be able to afford it.'

"Sherlock, i'm sorry," John said weakly.

"Why bother saying that? You are not sorry for being with Mary. I have found somewhere else I can afford and Mrs Hudson will be able to rent this place out to a much easier tenant, so no you are not sorry. In fact this works out better for the both of you," Sherlock said tuning on his heel walking out of the flat leaving John and Mrs Hudson staring after him wordlessly knowing that he was right.