John woke up early the next morning. He found Sherlock exactly where he had left him. He was even wearing the coat and scarf.

'Going to get your things from the surgery? Nice that you have decided to become unemployed John. We will be behind on the rent. But at least I won't be without my blogger all day.'

John set about making tea.

'Been up all night figuring that out?'

'Pfft Please I figured that out in no time'

'Then what have you been doing all night?'

'The phone John, where is the phone?'

John drank his tea and left. Sherlock estimated he had about an hour. An hour Now John didn't have a job he would be around more. That meant there was more chance of him stumbling on the truth. No doubt, knowing John, he would stumble. The deducing was his area of expertise. He also wondered why John would not tell him why Sarah and he and ceased their relationship. He now knew it was about his wound that he got in Afghanistan. In the night he remembered John was absentmindedly rubbing it through his shirt, as he told Sherlock that 'they were better of as friends'. Why would John be ashamed of his scar? The wound showed bravery and courage. John joined the army, he wanted people to think of him as brave. So Sherlock left the flat, his mind still buzzing with questions.

While John collected his belongings from the surgery Sarah begged him to stay.

'You're a fantastic doctor John, don't leave because of me'

He had to leave. He couldn't stay, every time coming to work, seeing Sarah, remembering. He still remembered that night. Still chewed up his guts. He hated feeling this way. If tried so hard to let go of the war. To leave everything behind. But the scar was a permanent reminder of everything he had been through. He hated that he couldn't show Sarah his scar. Or that he couldn't forget about the war long enough to have sex.

John returned to 221B with the cardboard box of his things under his arms. He expected Sherlock to be away, working on the new case except he wasn't.

'Ah John your back' Sherlock bounded up to him. He was clutching a bag of haribo. Judging by the way he was buzzing about the flat he had eaten a lot of them.

'Novelty shaped gelatine based sweet?' Sherlock felt very smug, John was always complaining that Sherlock never did any shopping.

'Erm ok'

I went to the shop and they had an offer, I could have double the quantity for the same price'

'Er Sherlock how much did you buy'

'Ten packets. You never know when we will trapped in the flat.'

Sherlock reached into the bag and pulled out a red heart, wait he couldn't give John a heart, hearts represented love. John couldn't know about the love thing. He threw the heart across the flat and it somehow landed in the kitchen sink. Next he pulled out a ring. Wait, would John think Sherlock was proposing? That's why people usually gave each other rings.

'Here you go' He gave John something in the shape of an egg. Eggs were fine, John would simply think he was referencing breakfast.

'Why did you go to the shop Sherlock?' John was confused, Sherlock never went shopping.

'Well, seeing as you have been dumped' He made air quotes with his fingers while saying dumped. 'I thought I should be a good friend and cheer you up'

'I dumped her' John corrected him.

'Oh, does that matter?' Sherlock raised an eyebrow in confusion.

John shook his head, he couldn't be bothered to explain.

'You thought sweets would cheer me up? Sherlock I am not five years old'

'Oh no, I bought a DVD, I thought we could watch it'

John was quite shocked, seeing as Sherlock's vision of fun involved dead bodies and chasing, a DVD seemed relatively...normal. Yet it still didn't explain why Sherlock had been behaving like a complete lunatic all of a sudden. John simply decided the best thing to do was to simply go with the flow.

Sherlock held up the DVD. 'Die hard, I thought you would like it John. It's very manly, it has guns and fighting and everything. Great for two men like us' He punched John lightly on the arm and ran to the DVD player.

They watched the film in relatively silence. The only noise was the rustling as they ate the sweets.

'Sherlock'

'Yes'

'Stop giving me gummy bears and eggs, are there any hearts left?'

'Heats! You want a heart?'

'Yes they are my favourite'

The film ended, the credits rolled and Sherlock turned the DVD of.

'Well, happier?'

John giggled. 'A little bit Sherlock'

'Good' He the bounded up to the stereo. He started play 'There is a light that never goes out'

'Sherlock I thought you hated the Smiths?'

'Yes John I do, but you like them. And I want to cheer you up. Come here' He grabbed

Take me out tonight Morrissey began to croon.

'Come on John, let's dance people like to dance and my mother taught me the waltz' John guessed it was all the sugar. Sherlock grabbed him and began to twirl them both about.

Where's there's music and there's people and there young and alive.

'I'm leading John follow me' Sherlock held John's waist with and clasped there hand together. He held John in a very tight grip and used all his body force to swing them about the flat.

Driving in your car. I never never want to go home. Because I haven't got one. Anymore.

'Sherlock!' John yelled over the music

Take me out tonight. Because I want to see people and I want to see life

Sherlock didn't stop. In fact he had more energy than ever.

'1...2...3...4. You are doing very well John. Watch where you put your feet'

Driving in your car. Oh please don't drop me home. Because it's not my home it's their home and I'm welcome no more

John burst out laughing, he couldn't stop. 'Sherlock!' He cried again, he hadn't laughed so hard in ages. he suddenly felt very very dizzy. Sherlock collided with the sofa and tripped up over John's legs, they fell down together, causing John to laugh even more.

And if a double decker bus crashes into us. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

Sherlock used his arm to prop himself up and found himself leaning over John. He stopped and stared for a moment. His face was flushed and red from laughing. His mouth was open. It looked so inviting. He was smiling, then he stopped and stared at Sherlock intensely. His pupils dilated, his breath became shallow. Sherlock wanted so badly to close the gap between them and kiss John, listening to John's shallow breath, looking into his eyes. Did John want it to? John wanted a heart earlier, maybe it was his way of saying that he had a crush to. John's face was suddenly getting bigger, closing the gap between them. John was going to kiss him. He closed his eyes and waited for the taste of John's mouth against his. How do you kiss, he didn't know. He would have to copy whatever John did.

His phone buzzed. John sighed and lay down as Sherlock dug it out of his pocket.

'It's Lestrade. There has been another murder'

Errr yes. I am going to leave it there. Will update soon. :D. Let me know what you think. Though I think I have a feeling what you are all going to say...