Sherlock casually looked over at John and smiled. "Are you the square root of two?"

"Sherlock, what-"

"Because my love for you is irrational." Sherlock wore a serious expression.

John chuckled softly, the pink tint of his blush becoming more prominent. "Sherlock... Why are you doing this?"

"As I said before, I want you all to myself."

John nodded mutely to himself before looking out the window of the taxi cab. Sherlock, being the stubborn arse that he is, would keep on until he got what he wanted. John at least knew that much. He groaned to himself and let his forehead his the window. This would be a long ride, both metaphorically speaking and literally.


Reference to chapter seven. Oh my! I wake up after hardly six hours of sleep and there's like four more reviews! You think we can make it to twenty six before the next chapter? This chapter's pickup line was suggested by IWishICouldThinkOfAUsername. Thanks to all of you who've sent in pickup lines! Guys! I've reached a new achievement! I've updated this fic ten days in a row! Can I haz a cookie? ~Cat.