John spent the rest of the evening in a paranoid state. Sherlock hadn't bothered him at all, not even to get him to pass the phone when it went off and, quite frankly, it was disturbing. Then there was the way he felt like the man was watching him when his back was turned. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

'I'm going to bed.' He announced.

'Good for you.' The consulting detective replied. John narrowed his eyes and left, stomping up to his room.

He slipped out of his clothes and between the cool covers, sighing as he relaxed. Bed warmed up and he snuggled into the covers which were suddenly snatched away from him. He scrambled for the duvet and pulled it up round his neck, looking in utter horror at his flatmate who stood in a dressing gown at the end of the bed.

'Sherlock? What the fuck?' He yelled indignantly. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

'You don't have to be so touché, John, I am your flatmate after all.' He drawled. The doctor stared in disbelief.

'Sherlock, I am naked. In my own bed. And you walked into my room and pull my cover off me.' He hissed. The detective sat on the edge of the bed.

'Well done, Captain Obvious.' He said sarcastically. John glared daggers at his flatmate and got out of the bed, no longer bothered what Sherlock saw as he got dressed.

'I'm going round to Sarah's, don't wait up.' He snapped. Sherlock blocked his way.

'Don't go. I was stupid, I'm sorry.' He said quickly. The doctor scoffed and pushed him out of the way.

Sarah knew of Johns predicament, she knew before he did.

'Why can't Sherlock be normal just once?' John asked his ex. The woman looked at him. John was more than a little tipsy and now the words were flowing freely.

'Would he still be Sherlock though?' She asked. The soldier's eyebrows creased in confusion.

'Well, uh, no I guess.' He replied. 'But there are times when I hate him so much.' She smiled sadly.

'Sometimes the one you love is the one you hate most.' John turned back to the woman, shaking his head. This was suspiciously heading in a direction he really didn't want to travel.

'No. No lectures.' He pleaded. She smiled and began.

'The more you love someone,
The more you want to kill them.' Sarah said, putting her hand on his shoulder softly.

'Wait, what?' John asked, pulling away.

'The more you love someone,
The more he makes you cry.' The woman continued, in a world of her own.

'Please stop.' The doctor begged, curling into a ball. When he had gone to Sarahs what he had in mind was a cup of tea and somewhere to sleep without the covers being pulled from in. How this translated into getting a pep talk on relationships from his ex, he didn't know.

'The more you love someone,
The more he makes you crazy.' His ex sighed.

'Great.' John said, beginning to agree with what was being said.

'The more you love someone,
The more you wish he was dead.' Sarah put her hands in the shape of a gun and pretended to shoot John.

'Uh, I'm not sure that's such a good thing…' He began but was cut off.

'Sometimes you look at him
And only see annoying and selfish,' The woman had met Sherlock numerous times and knew all to well what a git he could be. And that was to people he didn't like. It seemed reasonable that he would ten times worse for those he actually did like since the chances were that they'd put up with it.

'Ok, yeh. That's true.' The soldier allowed, thinking back on the countless times he had followed the detective.

'And you're wanting baseball bat,
For to hit him on the head!' Sarah said, the gun suddenly disappearing only to be replaced with an invisible baseball bat.

'Now that's a bit too much.' John stated, aware that Sarah was slightly more violent than he first thought.

'And so, if there's someone
That you want to kill,
Go and find him,
And you get him,
And you don't kill him.
Because the chances are good,
That he is your love.' She finished. John slumped into the chair.

'Oh hell.' He muttered. 'How on earth did I manage to find two nutters for friends?' The doctor collected his things and thanked the woman for setting him straight. If he was lucky,Sherlock would still be in the flat and he could apologise properly. Though, now he thought about it, why was he the one apologising?

Sherlock was waiting for him when he got back in.

'I'm sorry.' He said sincerely. John smiled and pulled him in for a hug.

'It's fine. It's all fine. Just don't let me by a baseball bat.'