Sorry it took me a little longer to update than usual.
John sat in his chair, tea in hand, watching television. Sherlock was in the kitchen working on one of his many experiments. The doctor was annoyed with his flatmate. The consulting detective had managed to tell the life story of all his coworkers and in all of it he managed to insult them all as well but this wasn't whnt annoyed him the most.
Sherlock had been following John everywhere. It was very much annoying to be followed around constantly and the one time he manages to lose his stalker, the man's brother shows up. John thought about the strange meeting between him and Mycroft and wondered what it had all been about but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a small explosion coming from the kitchen. He ran to the kitchen to find Sherlock on the floor covered in ash. He felt like laughing at seeing his mate like this but he decided against it because he was still annoyed at him.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" John asked with concern.
"Fine, I'm fine, just an experiment gone right." The detective jumped up off the ground in excitement as if he were a school girl. He skipped around the kitchen messing with a few test tubes and quickly looked over at John who was looking around at the kitchen in disappointment because of the mess.
"What do you mean gone right?" He asked in an annoyed confused tone. "The kitchen is a mess and as I recall there was an explosion and you were covered in ash on the ground." John was really annoyed now but there was some small strange feeling of concern that Sherlock could have been hurt. The taller man ignored the comment about the mess and went on to explain the experiment.
"I was trying to come up with a substance that would turn anything it touches in to ash. The explosion is just a side effect." He was about to go on but john interfered.
"Sherlock, we need to talk." He said with a sigh. He thought of this as good of time as any to bring up Sherlock's behavior lately and at least changing the subject would spare him having to listen to one of Sherlock's ramblings about an experiment that John knew he wouldn't understand.
"What is it?" Sherlock asked still messing with is experiment.
"Well," John leaned up against the wall tring to think of a good way to say what he had to say. "You've been acting sort of strange." It came out more blunt than he expected.
"What do you mean?" The detective already knew what the blonde meant but he didn't know what to say about it. He couldn't just tell his friend that he was constantly keeping an eye on him for fear that he'd be taken away from him again. John's memory was erased and telling him the truth would only confuse the doctor.
"First of all you've been following me."
"Yes." Sherlock acted as if that was completely normal.
"Why?" John demanded. The taller man was at a loss. He wasn't sure how to answer the question. They stood there for a long time, neither said anything. John waited for an answer and Sherlock tried to think of a good one. Sherlock was about to give John some excuse when they were interrupted by someone at the door.
"Hello," Sarah said shyly. She felt like she was intruding on the two men. The doctor turned around quickly trying to act as if she hadn't interrupted at all.
"Sarah hi," He said with a smile.
"You ready for our date?" She asked. John felt like slapping himself in the face, he had forgotten about their date tonight.
"Yes, let's go." He grabbed his jacket and they ran out the door. Sherlock was relieved that his and John's conversation was over but also disappointed that Sarah took John away. He waited till he heard them leave and quickly followed after.
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Sarah and John had both fallen asleep on her sofa while watching a movie and Sherlock finally went home after seeing them do so. John felt very sore from his sleeping position. He had noticed Sherlock following him and Sarah around during their date and he did his best to ignore it. He just had to wonder to himself how long it took till Sherlock went home after he'd went in to Sarah's flat. His thoughts were instantly forgotten as he walked in to his building and heard yelling coming from the flat.
"You talk to him again and I'll cut your head off, put it on a stick and wave it around London for all to see!" He heard Sherlock yelled.
"Dear brother, calm down. I only wanted to see how he was getting along." John stood silent listening to them realizing they were talking about him. He knew something was going on and thought the best way to figure it out were to listen. "Besides, I wouldn't want to ruin what going on between you two." The conversation continued.
"That's none of your business." There was the sound of younger Holmes brother flopping on to the sofa. There was a long pause and then the sound of someone getting up.
"I best be going." Mycroft said with a sigh. "You can come in now," He called to the blonde. John stepped in to the flat feeling slightly embarrassed that he had been caught listening. Mycroft passed by him and left without another word.
John looked at his flatmate. He was sitting on the sofa with a pouting look on his face. Seeing Sherlock with such a look on his face made him smile. He walked over and sat next to the detective.
"How much did you hear?" He asked the blonde.
"Nothing much, just something about you cutting your brother's head off." They both laughed a little then silence filled the room.
"I've been following you because I've been worried about you." Sherlock broke the silence. John wasn't sure what he was so worried about but at this moment it didn't seem to matter.
"It's fine," He said with a smile. "I suppose I should be flattered that you of all people would worry about me." They looked at each other and before another word was spoken Sherlock gave John a small kiss on the lips. John returned with a longer more passionate kiss.
And that's all for now. I had a really hard time figuring out what would happen next in this little tale but I think I might have gotten somewhere.
