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Jumping To Assuming

"I cannot believe you just did that…"

"Yes, you can. You were there, John." There was a hint of humor in his low voice.

"You said you weren't the athletic type."

"That doesn't mean I'm not flexible."

"But that…was…" John was breathing heavily, unable to continue.

"I need to keep practicing."

"On me?" He squeaked.

"Of course, you're the perfect subject."

"Oh, so that's the only reason why?"

"No, you're also just the brilliant John Watson." Sherlock praised, with a sly smile.

"Part-time, I suppose."

"Let me continue, now that we've straightened that out."

"No, it's going to hurt!"

"It will not. I'm very careful."

John whimpered a little, "Please, I beg you…"

"I won't hurt you, John..." His voice whispered.

"Okay…" Suddenly, John yelped, and there was a loud thump.

"Ah, Sherlock!"

"I didn't even…!"

Mrs. Hudson burst into the room, "Sherlock! Don't terrorize the poor doctor! I can't believe you would force him to…!" Her voice began to slow, as she looked at the scene before her.

John was standing in the middle of the room, quivering. Sherlock was standing on the desk, his dark haired head turned over his shoulder.

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson?" He inquired with a look of surprise.

"I…just thought…"

"I'm practicing my back flips over John. I used to do gymnastics, you know."

Mrs. Hudson felt her throat go dry, and there was an awkward pause. The boys stared at her, waiting for a response, and she sighed, "Yes, of course… You dearies continue that. Just…don't make too much noise, I suppose."

"Are you alright, Mrs. Hudson?" John placed a hand on the old woman's arm.

"Yes, yes, quite alright. You both just gave me a…scare… That's all." She wiped the sweat off her forehead and scurried down the stairs, "I'll just bring some biscuits up to you two."

As she disappeared down the stairs, Sherlock gave John a quizzical look, "What do you think that was all about?"

John reddened a little, as he thought slowly, "Nothing, just forget about it."

"What? Blood is flushing your face…"

"Forget about it."

AN: Hi, everyone! Another little bit I wrote a while ago! (when I get back to my other work computer, I'll upload the rest of the Christmas line) No relation to any previous chapters!

Oh, and seems that hearts don't work on this. "3" isn't a three on my page, it's supposed to be a heart. I wasn't necessarily asking for 3 reviews/comments. They're certainly nice to receive, but if you don't want to give them, that's fine, I guess. You're still reading, and I know my story is on a lot of favorites/watches. :) That means just as much.

Thanks so much for reading! Love you all! (heart)

- TM