A/N: Thankies for the reviews everyone :3 I will hopefully be making some more soon. Major brain fart for like a week. Here's a mini story x3
John was confused again. He was looking for his favorite jumper and it seemed to be nowhere in sight. "Sherlock?"
"WHAT!" his voice yelled from the other room. Then there was a loud bang.
"What on earth..." the doctor left his room and walked into the kitchen, where Sherlock unfortunately experimented most of the time. Why couldn't he at least do it in his room?
"I was testing the combustibility of a certain woolen fiber that the victim was using in the crime scene," Sherlock explained.
"Can't you at least do it in the bedroom...and holy crap, what have you done do my jumper!" John glared at the younger man who was looking back at him in his normal complacent face. He never seemed to know when what he was doing was a bit not good.
"I told you, I was testing the combustibility-"
"I know that! But why did you feel the need to destroy my jumper?" John frowned.
"As I was saying, your jumper has the same woolen fiber that can imitate how the victim burned, and thus tell if he was mudered," Sherlock rambled off quite quickly.
"Was he?" John couldn't help being curious, only to regret it in a moment.
"It was the dumped girlfriend's brother of course. You should know that; pay attention more often," he walked away.
John followed him, this time a little more than upset. "Sherlock, number one, clean up your...experiment. And number two, you're buying me a new jumper. And number three, stop EXPLODING my stuff!" John yelled and Sherlock turned swiftly, a small flash of guilt in his eyes.
"My apologies," he said suddenly, and then whisked away again. John gaped after him. Since when did Sherlock Holmes apologize?
"It's...okay," he told him.
"Oh and I may have eaten your jam while you were gon."
"SHERLOCK!"