Six Months Later

'SHERLOCK!' Ianto shouted from the fridge. The fridge door was open and Ianto stood next to the body parts with a face full of disgust and annoyance.

'What now?' Sherlock drawled from his armchair with an annoyed face.

Ianto looked over to his friend who had a face full of annoyance like he had been interrupted in the middle of thinking something very deep and important. Sherlock had once again decided to Ianto's ridge for storing dead body parts for his 'experiments'. They had decided to move in together in Sherlock's flat in case Jack returned to Ianto's flat to seek some kind of comfort but Ianto had set some rules in an attempt to control his haphazard flatmate. He had already brought another fridge in order to make sure that Sherlock didn't contaminate the food but this was of course futile. Ianto sighed before replying. 'How many times have I told you to put your experiments in your fridge not mine?' Ianto gestured towards the blue post-it note that said 'Ianto's fridge, no body parts welcome'.

Sherlock looked up from the floor in which he was staring intensely at trying to deduce what had caused the small stain on the carpet. 'That mark on the carpet. It wasn't there before. It looks like blood.' Sherlock gracefully glided towards the stain on the carpet before bending down to take a closer look. With a sniff he continued. 'Precisely pig's blood, about 3 days old. Ah yes, that was from Tuesday-'

'Yes Sherlock, from when you decided to harpoon a pig. Again.' Ianto interrupted. 'Can't you just stick with your fridge?'

'What? Oh yes that.' Sherlock nodded his head towards the fridges.

'Yes that.' Ianto sighed again.

'There wasn't enough room in my fridge so I had to borrow some of your fridge.' Sherlock replied feeling smug.

The Welshman rolled his eyes before walking out of the room without a reply. He was in despair; there was no point in trying to compromise with someone who didn't understand social etiquettes however perspective they may be.

Sherlock looked through the door where Ianto had just exited and gave up on trying to deduce what the Welshman was thinking. Ianto had a knack of hiding his emotions from Sherlock which made Sherlock even more intrigued in the man. He was a challenge Sherlock was willing to take up and crack. I'll get there some day, Sherlock thought to himself.