Sherlock looked to the side of the bed. 2 AM. Well, if anything came out of this experiment, at least he could say that this last test might work.

Sherlock couldn't sleep. And because of the presence of a certain army doctor on the bed with him, he couldn't thrash around to try and find the perfect position to sleep in. Suddenly, Sherlock heard grunting from John's side of the bed. Oh, looks like the experiment was a complete failure then.

When Sherlock looked at John, what he expected was a wrinkled forehead and a distressed expression on his face. What he found, however, was John smiling…?

"John," Sherlock whispered.

Sherlock lifted an arm and tentatively shook John. He completely didn't understand what happened next. John snuggled closer to the movement with the same content smile on his face. This was really not helping Sherlock's sentiment problems.

Sherlock moved his hand back next to him and lay very still. It seemed like John wasn't done moving.

John completely moved from his side of the bed and managed to leave no space in between him and Sherlock.

Yeah, this definitely was not helping with Sherlock's problems.

He had to leave. He just had to. Oh, but John's bed was so soft and he hasn't slept in days. It did feel nice to having someone cuddling up to your side.. No. He had to go.

If only he could force his body to cooperate.

After a few minutes, John stopped moving. It was Sherlock's chance to leave! He only had one problem. While waiting for John to completely stop, his eyes decided to close. And just like that, Sherlock went into a deep slumber.

When John woke up, he woke up to the sun shining through his windows. Lately, that has been a rare occurrence. With the nightmares, he'd be woken during the early morning.

Other than the presence of the sunlight through his windows, John noticed something else. He looked to his side to find that he had an armful of messy curls all cuddled up to his chest. John smiled and leaned over to check the time. 7:30 AM. He had time.

When Sherlock woke up, he was warm. Very warm. He felt like he was being enveloped by the warmest blanket there is. Did he collapse next to the heater again?

When he opened his eyes, he saw white. When he looked up, he saw a nose. What was he—Oh.

Sherlock tried to move but John's arms wouldn't let him. Damn.

"John," Sherlock said.

"Hmm.."

"John, wake up,"

"Hmm.. am sleepy"

"You're late for work"

"What?!" John exclaimed and shot up to look at the clock.

"You liar! I have an hour!"

"You wouldn't move. Had to do it" Sherlock said before standing up.

John was looking up at Sherlock while Sherlock found a very interesting piece of dirt on the floor.

"Sherlock," John started "your experiment worked."

"Oh, yes. Very good to know. I'll be um, downstairs." And with that, Sherlock left John's room.

John felt disappointed. He thought that this would be a good push in the right direction. Now he felt like he'd ruin their friendship forever.

"Sherlock?"

No reply.

"I'm going to work now. See you later." John said and took one last look at Sherlock before sighing and walking out the door.

Stupid John. Thinking the experiment worked. Couldn't have worked. He'd have to repeat it.

Sherlock just wished he didn't enjoy that idea as much as he did.

Something changed in Sherlock. And when he got up from his seat to write up his findings, he would never admit to the sudden bonce to his step.

A/N: Happy 22-1 day! :)