John was unlocking the door to 221B. Once he opened the door, he shouted, "Sherlock?" No reply.
"Sherlock, I'm home," he shouted again. This prompted Mrs. Hudson to pop her head out of her flat and greet John. With laughter.
"Oh," and she giggles, "hello, dear. Sherlock's upstairs. Been sulking around all 'sickly' all day. Guess you should go check on him. You're just the doctor he needs!" she said before winking at him and closing the door to her flat.
When John opened the door to the living room, he found Sherlock lying face down on the couch.
"Sherlock?" still no reply.
"You aren't lying then? You really are sick?" John sounded slightly amused.
'Heart pounding. Damn, the way he says my name.'
"Just leave me alone to die" Sherlock mumbled.
"How do you feel? Fever?" John said as he lifted a hand to touch Sherlock's forehead.
'Oh, he can conduct electricity now?'
"Well you feel normal to me. I'll go make you some tea. Should make you feel better." John said and made his way to the kitchen.
"I love you." Sherlock mumbled as John was making tea.
"What was that?" John said over the whistle of the kettle. "Sorry, didn't hear you."
"I need glue. Are you going out?"
"I thought you felt ill? What would you need glue for?"
"Nothing."
A few minutes later, John changed out from his 'outing' jumper to a nice and cosy one. He sat on the sofa with Sherlock and proceeded to watch crap telly.
"Please love me." Sherlock said as John watched a particularly funny sitcom.
"Oh, sorry" John said in between laughs, "what was that?" he said as he tried to calm down.
"Um, will you please make me tea?" Sherlock said and faked a small smile.
"Tea? You haven't even touched the one I just made you" John said and pointed at Sherlock's mug on the table.
"Oh, thank you" he said and reached for his mug as John eyed him sceptically.
"Good night, Sherlock" John said and made his way to his room.
"Mycroft said I was in love"
John stopped and looked back at Sherlock. "What?"
"Um, Mycroft said I needed gloves."
"Um, good? Look, are you sure you're okay?" John said, making his way back to Sherlock's side.
"No." Sherlock said and faced away from John.
"Okay," John said and sat down. "I'm going to sit here while you tell me your symptoms."
"My heart hurts" Sherlock said and put a hand over his chest.
"Heart burn?"
"No, it hurts when they're away" Sherlock said in a mesmerised tone.
"Here's that 'they' again. Who are 'they?'"
"I looked at my reflection," Sherlock said and looked at his reflection on his phone, "my pupils dilate."
John froze. "Sherlock… what are you trying to say?"
"I'm attracted to someone!" Sherlock yelled and threw his arms into the air. He really did do things dramatically.
"There! I said it!" Sherlock said and stood, "did your bugs hear that, Mycroft?!"
"I.. don't follow." John said slowly.
"My brother," Sherlock spat out, "'deduced' I was in love. Afraid he's right for once. Bloody show-off."
John couldn't help the cold jealously he felt inside him. Sherlock was in love?
"That's great. You should tell the lucky girl then" John said and stood up.
"But—"
"Sleepy. Tomorrow." John said and walked as quickly as he could to his room. He would never admit that his voice cracked.
It was dark. John moved around on his bed and read the clock on the table. Barely even morning then.
He slept well. For a particularly bad night, thanks to Sherlocks wonderful news, he slept really well.
Sherlock was in love. Where would that leave him? What chance would he have against someone who could make Sherlock act like a lovesick teenager?
John's thoughts were interrupted by the realisation that it was very warm in his bed. Warmer than usual. He looked to other side. Sherlock.
"Sherlock," John said and rubbed at his temples, "what are you doing here?"
"New experiment." Sherlock said plainly.
"I don't care if it's for 'my benefit.' I am tired of you experimenting on me!"
"But it's for my benefit too.." Sherlock almost whispered.
"How?"
Sherlock took a deep breath and said, "I get to learn why I sleep better. It's warmer. I wake up and I actually feel better. I want to know," Sherlock looked down and softened his voice, "why I'm happier in your arms."
Realisation and embarrassment hit John Watson like bricks.
"Y-you," John stammered.
"It's you, John."
John was too happy. He was too happy to show it or say it.
"I understand if you'd like me to move out. Though, technically speaking, I found this flat so it would make more sense if I stayed. I could get Mycroft to find you a new flat. Maybe one closer to work but far from Baker Street. I could delete the address so I—"
"I'm not going anywhere unless it's with you." John said after his poor brain finally processed what has been going on.
"John…"
John, still overwhelmed with happiness, hugged Sherlock and positioned his head on his chest.
"Hear that?" he said as he adjusted Sherlock's position to hear the beat of his heart. "I have the same symptoms too. It's for you, Sherlock. That's for you."
"But John," Sherlock started and looked up, "you're straight."
John giggled, "I thought you were smart? Couldn't you deduce why I suddenly stopped dating?"
Sherlock smiled but quickly changed his expression to a pout.
John laughed again and hugged Sherlock tightly. "I love you. Always have" John whispered into Sherlock's hear.
"I love you too" Sherlock said into John's chest.
A week later, Sherlock's room, if it wasn't already a biohazard, was starting to develop layers of dust and dust bunnies. They both agreed that they'd find use for it another day. For now, they've been sleeping in John's room – it was farther from Mrs. Hudson's flat. They appreciated the added – ehem – privacy.
John was getting ready for work while Sherlock was still sleeping. He slept more since they started sharing a bed.
When John went into the living room, he noticed that Sherlock's laptop was opened to a document and a raunchy website about finding bed mates.
Just as John was putting on his coat, Sherlock came up from behind him and hugged him.
"Sherlock," he said as he leaned into the hug, "where did you say you got the idea for the experiment the other week?"
Sherlock buried his face into John's neck and said, "Some pop up ad online."
John turned and took Sherlock's face in his hands, "Oh, Sherlock."
A/N: And that ends this story! :) Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, favourited, and followed this! I really appreciated it and I hope you enjoyed! x