Just wanted to wish all of my lovely readers a Happy Easter, and whether you celebrate it or not, may your day be filled with Blessings! :D

~J

Jayne woke snuggled next to Sherlock, her face nestled between his throat and shoulder. She marveled a little at how she seemed to fit so perfectly there, especially with Sherlock's arms wrapped around her. And if she didn't have to pee so damn bad, she'd be perfectly happy to stay there. She slowly unwrapped herself from his grasp and slid to the edge of the bed, trying to be as quiet and stealthy as possible. "Going somewhere?" came the sleepy voice of Sherlock, making her utter a shocked squeak.

She looked to see a small half-smile wreathing his face. She blushed. "Bathroom," she said and strode quickly from the room to the bathroom. After taking care of business, she stared at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. She still looked tired. How much sleep was it going to take until she evened out? She turned on the water, turned the dial so that it wasn't so freezing cold and splashed her face. She dried it and walked slowly back into Sherlock's bedroom, hoping that he'd fallen back asleep.

No such luck. He was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, but his eyes flickered to her when she entered the room. She gave him a little smile and walked to "her" side of the dresser. While she'd been gone, Sherlock had put the clothes she'd bought in the three drawers on the right side of his dresser. It had shocked Jayne; it had seemed almost intimate, as though they were living together. Though she knew that was ridiculous, Sherlock had probably just gotten tired of seeing the bags sitting in his room and tripping over them. She quickly pulled a pair of jeans and t-shirt from the drawers, as well as some clean under things.

She walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower and dressed in the comfortable clothes. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she was surprised when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it swiftly and found Mycroft there, along with another man. He was older and had on a white coat. He was dignified with a head of gray hair and a gray beard and mustache. His eyes were a soft, kind blue. "Jayne, dear, this is my personal physician, Doctor Lipton. I wanted him to perform a physical, to make sure all the effects of the drugs have worn off. He's able to do blood testing as well. If you're amenable, that is, Jayne dear."

Though she was nervous at the thought of having blood drawn, Jayne reluctantly agreed. It was almost worth it to see the smile in Mycroft's eyes. She allowed the doctor to escort her to Sherlock's room. "Sherlock, I need to use your room, please?" Jayne asked softly. Groaning, Sherlock wrapped the sheet tighter around himself and pulled a pillow over his head. Sighing, and figuring that was as good as she was going to get out of him, she looked at Doctor Lipton.

"If you could undress and put this on, it would make things easier." Dr. Lipton said, holding a hospital-style gown out to her. She blushed but felt better when Dr. Lipton turned away from her while she undressed. "Sherlock if you turn around, I'm going to kill you!" She whispered harshly to him as she began to pull her clothes off. The tips of her hair were still wet and made her shiver when they slid along the top of her buttocks. She quickly pulled the gown on and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm ready, Dr. Lipton." she said softly. He turned to her and smiled. "Now then, would you like to do the blood tests first or wait until after the exam?" he asked, his voice soft. Jayne thought about it for a moment.. "Now, please. That way I won't have to dread it so much." He nodded and turned to his bag, gathering the syringe and vials.

Jayne jumped a little when she felt a hand wrap around hers. She looked down to see Sherlock had grasped her hand, knowing that she was fearful of needles. To see how far he'd allow her to go, she wove her fingers with his and felt herself blush when he peeked out from under the pillow at her, his eyes questioning, But he said nothing, squeezing her fingers gently instead and turning his head back into the pillow.

Dr. Lipton turned back to Jayne and had her clench her fist (the one not holding Sherlock's hand) and nodded when he was ready to insert the needle. She turned her head and accidentally squeezed Sherlock's hand a bit hard when she felt the needle's pinch. She gasped a little and ground her teeth together as the needle pierced deep into her vein. "There, all in." Dr. Lipton said and Jayne turned to watch the blood filling the tube-like vial.

Dr. Lipton ended up taking two vials of blood and Jayne admitted that she was feeling a little dizzy when he was done. He handed her two glucose tablets to help raise her blood sugar levels. Soon she was feeling a little better and Dr. Lipton continued the exam. He asked her questions about her overall health, if she felt any remaining symptoms of the drug that Moriarty had forced on her. He tested her reflexes, checked her temperature and pronounced her quite fit and healthy.

She was never happier to see someone leave, she thought, than when she escorted Dr. Lipton and Mycroft to the door. Mycroft kissed her cheek before he left, and strangely, Jayne thought she saw laughter in his eyes as he pulled back. She turned to see Sherlock standing in the hallway between his room and the bathroom. He gave her an odd look and entered the bathroom. Jayne put it out of her mind as she went to begin supper.

In the weeks and months that followed, there was a steady influx of people in and out of the apartment, drawn by the incredible tales of Sherlock and John that John typed up for his blog. Jayne was glad that for the most part, Sherlock didn't drag her along on these jaunts as he did John, since the apartment of 221 C was being prepared for her. Mycroft had kept his word and the apartment had been cleaned, special paint that locked out moisture had been applied to the concrete walls and then sheetrock and wallpaper (of Jayne's choice) had been hung. It wouldn't be long now until she had a place of her own. So why did the thought depress her?One morning as Jayne laid half asleep in bed, Sherlock beside her, she heard Mrs. Hudson moving about. Jayne groaned, she'd forgotten her promise to help clean out the fridge. Jayne had been spending so much time downstairs lately overseeing everything that she'd not had much time to be the housekeeper she'd been before for John and Sherlock. She pulled the blanket back, giggling when Sherlock wrapped his arm around her. "Cleaning up for us makes her feel useful. Stay." he ordered.

She rolled her eyes and then gasped as she heard Mrs. Hudson scream. "Boys, you have another one!"