The Dance

It was a Monday morning and I was supposed to be at practice early but I had overslept and was now hurriedly dressing up when I heard Stanley's voice from the living room.

I called the clinic and asked to only inform me when there's any emergency. As such for the last few days, I had had very less patients. I went out dressed in casuals but with the most charming smile I could put on.

Sherlock was sitting on his recliner whereas Stanley was on the floor. On asking why, Sherlock said that he was going to sit in my recliner and when refused, Stanley took to the floor. This made me genuinely smile.

"Does anyone want anything from the kitchen?" said I, as sweetly as possible.

"Yes, Sherlock wants some iced tea," replied Stanley.

"No, I don't," came a curt reply from Mr. Focused.

Stanley chuckled and Sherlock threw him an agitated glance which brought him back to the purpose of his visit.

I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of cold coffee. I was making my way to my recliner when Stanley unnecessarily stretched his leg and I tripped and half the coffee fell on Sherlock.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry." cried Stanley while moving his hands all over Sherlock, which maybe was to clean the coffee but, the hands also went where there was no spill.

I couldn't take it anymore and with one hand almost lifted Stanley and threw him out of the apartment. After slamming the door on his face I turned to Sherlock who was sitting with both his eyebrows raised.

"What in the world-"

"Before you get all grumpy, I want to make it clear that he keeps trying on you and it makes me angry."

"Why?" said he, with an unimaginable softness in his voice.

"Because I fucking like you."

"Isn't what Stanley feels for me the same as you do?" I nodded my approval.

"Then what you just did can be said as one John throwing out another John."

"No! It's very different. I don't keep forcing myself on you."

"Why don't you then?" said he, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous smile playing on his face.

I quickly covered the distance between us and was now almost inches from him. He must've thought that I was going to kiss him because when I pulled him up and started dancing with him, he kinda was in a daze.

But soon he took over and now I was following him. I didn't think that he would've been a better dancer than me, not that I was some world class professional dancer, but the man who thought eating is a waste of time must not know how to dance, right?

Whatever it might be, it was a lovely morning.

I got a call from the clinic and was away for rest of the day. When I came back, I saw Sherlock with his laptop, typing furiously. I decided to freshen up first and then talk to him.

"What are you doing?" said I, walking towards him.

"Work." he said without looking away from the screen.

The room was dimly lit and the light from the screen illuminated his face. I, very badly, had to control myself from devouring him right then and there.

I saw that a site was loading up and had the I'm not a robot box displayed which Sherlock was just going to click on but stopped when I snorted.

He looked up at me and said, "What?"

"Are you sure you're really a human?" as soon as I said it, I laughed.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure." his voice hinted that he was offended but a small smile also played on his lips.

The Thought Or Maybe Thoughts

It was a cold and windy Wednesday night. The howling of wind had woken me up. I went to get some water and saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa, in the dark. I turned on the side lamp and sat next to him.

"What are you thinking about now? Didn't you just solve the Goldman case?"

"I did. I was just pondering upon the existence of human life." said he, slowly opening his eyes and facing me.

"What exactly were you thinking?"

"I was thinking why are we even alive? Why doesn't the human kind just end? Are my works of bringing justice in vain when man is itself the enemy? Also, given that the universe is so big and still expanding, are all my worries, efforts and talents useless? Isn't man useless in this so big a space? Taking into account all our tries to study the dynamic universe, don't people understand that we are just an accident and there's nothing to really boast about? Their petty problems, reasons and feelings are just nothing. Yet, it seems like it's everything. Do you follow me, John?"

I stared at him with an open mouth which he closed by pushing it up with his right hand. I thought for awhile before saying anything, "I don't think you're entirely wrong but since when do you know about the universe and stuff?"

"I had some newly freed space in my brain." said he smiling.

"Though your little speech made my profession look even more stupid than I thought it was." said I with a nervous laugh.

"How so?" said he with a puzzled expression.

"At least you're punishing some of them while I'm treating any and every person that walks in my clinic.

"Hmm."

That was the last I could get out of him before he went back into his deep thinking. I returned to my room and as soon as my body touched the bed, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I went to work sharp at seven in the morning and returned only at nine in the evening. I couldn't see Sherlock so I had my dinner and went to bed. The same thing happened for the next few weeks and I saw very little of Sherlock.

Then came Christmas and I received my long awaited gift.

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