The next few weeks were weird for Sherlock he'd say something to John and John would just stare at him blankly; it was still nice to teach John about everything.

For John it was like he was just meeting Sherlock.

After about a month John had caught up with everything important, he was laying in Sherlock's bed and Sherlock was playing his violin, John's eyes were closed as he listened. He enjoyed Sherlock playing the violin. Sherlock stopped after a few minutes and sat next to John, smoothing his hair.

"Hey, I was thinking…" John started, pursing his lips. "Have we had sex?"

Sherlock laughed and nodded, kissing John softly on the kiss.
"Twice." He smiled. John breathed out.
"Who... You know..." He made gestures with his hands.

"You received the first time and I did the second." Sherlock chuckled; John nodded and smiled, kissing Sherlock softly, Sherlock looked at John and smiled, just watching him as he breathed up and down.

"Do you know how you got into that coma?" Sherlock asked, sighing softly as he took John's hand. John shook his head…
"I can guess." He mumbled.

Sherlock frowned as John pulled his sleeve up, he had never seen them properly before, he had always avoided it. He ran his finger over the deep scars and sighed, kissing them softly.

"Sherlock?" Mycroft walked into the room and looked at the two.
"You have a guest." Mycroft's voice was uncertain, he walked back out and waited for Sherlock to follow.

Sherlock pulled himself away from John and walked into the living room, John breathed out and followed.

He looked at the man standing there and raised his eyebrow, his heart flickered a bit in fear but he wasn't sure why.

Sherlock stood in front of John and then John came to stand beside Sherlock, looking up to him.
"Who's that?" John asked, smiling.

"James Moriarty." He smiled, walking forwards, glancing at Sherlock with a smirk before he put his hand out to John. "But you can call me Jim." He smiled at John.

John smiled and shook Moriarty's hand.
"I'm Jonathan but you can call me John." He chuckled, Sherlock eyed the both of them before he stood closer to John, taking his hand in his own as soon as it dropped from Moriarty's.

John smiled at Sherlock and shuffled closer to him, leaning his head on his shoulder.
"I just popped in to see how you were, John.. I was a friend of your mothers when you were small." Moriarty smiled, clicking his neck before he looked at Mycroft.
"I have your number, I'll text you." He grinned before he turned on his heels, walking out. Moriarty had full intention of texting John, but first he sent one to Sherlock.

Best part is you can't tell him what I've done.

He won't be able to take it mentally and he'll shut down and it'll be your fault.

I think you'll be seeing a lot more of me, Sherlock.

-JM

Sherlock looked at his phone when it buzzed and he sighed heavily, watching John as he looked at his phone witch was ringing.
"Do I like that song?" He chuckled to himself as he read the text.

Hi John, It's Jim.
I just wanted to tell you that if you need anything, ANYTHING at all then I'm here, day or night.

-Jim. X

He changed his tag on the end of the text, incase John looked at Sherlock's phone. He also added a kiss, it's meant to mean you want to be romantically involved with someone, and it would piss Sherlock off.

John didn't reply, mostly because Sherlock pulled him into the bedroom and frowned as he laid on the bed, letting John nuzzle into his chest.
"I don't like him."
"Who, James?"

"Mhmm."

John frowned and kissed Sherlock's chest softly.
"Why?" He asked, looking up at him.
Sherlock paused and pursed his lips, he looked down at John, he was so happy, he couldn't ruin that and risk losing him again.

"Just don't."

Sherlock shrugged. John laughed and cuddled into Sherlock, closing his eyes, he slowly fell asleep, he dreamt about Sherlock and Moriarty. Sherlock fell asleep too.

Good Morning.

-Jim x

The text woke John up, he stopped the buzzing before it woke Sherlock up, he looked at the text and cuddled more into Sherlock, pulling the blankets over himself as he texted back.

Why are you up so early?
-John

Couldn't sleep. How's everything?
-Jim x

Fine, Sherlock's asleep. I don't blame him though, it's 6am on a Saturday.

-John

Yeah, I guess. What are you doing later?
-Jim x

I don't know, Sherlock has to go to his brother's birthday party, he wants me to go but I'm not really feeling it. I'll just stay in Sherlock's and watch T.V

-John

Why don't you come and hang out with me?

-Jim x

Sure, why not?
-John

I'll call you later.
-Jim x