Sherlock screamed in frustration, and threw some papers on the ground. John sighed, and rested his head on his hand.

"Sherlock, please calm down?" John begged for what must have been the hundreth time in the last hour. "There's nothing anyone can do about it."

"But I need a CASE, JOHN!" Sherlock screamed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Not only that, but the IDIOTS at the Yard HAVE ONE, and I CAN'T WORK ON IT!"

"Sherlock, there's nothing anyone can do about the snow! It's snow! You'll just have to wait. I'm sure we could think of something that could keep you busy!"

"Don't you think I would have DONE something about that already, John!? If there were ANYTHING here that could help, don't you think I would be doing it right now!?"

"Sherlock, you have to relax before you kill me! Of course, then maye that would entertain you enough!? Maybe you could kill me, and figure out some clever way to make it an accident or get away with it while snowed in anyway! God knows I'll be dead anyway if you don't get out of here in a few days!" John shouted back, stabbing an accusing finger at Sherlock.

"But you don't UNDERSTAND, John! I-"

"No, Sherlock! You think I don't understand!? Trust me I understand more than you know! You, throwing your temper tantrums like a child when you don't get your way! Maybe I should just move out if that's how it's going to be, because I'll be dead before we know it!"

Before the words escaped John's lips, he regretted them. The shock of what he said left them both silent for a minute.

"Sherlock I- I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean it, I swear.

"John, I. . . I didn't realise. I. . . I'm sorry. I do sometimes forget to take how you might feel into account," Sherlock tried to explain, looking down at his feet, rather ashamed.

"Sherlock, don't. It's okay. You know I could never leave here. I could never leave Baker Street. Mrs Hudson. I could especially never leave you."

Sherlock looked sheepishly at John, and couldn't help but smile at John's hopeful expression. And before they knew what was happening, they were leaning in together, and their lips met in a sweet, soft kiss, and then both knew the other was truly sorry.

A/N: If you read this and you don't review, you're gonna have a bad time.

(Yes, because I am so desperate I am resorting to memes to get people to review now. Don't judge me.)

Keep Writing. XD