A/N: This chapter is not so much comedy as it is drama, but I hope you enjoy all the same:

'Don't listen to him Holmes' I said 'After all you are far better then he is at his own job, why if it weren't for you...'

'WATSON PLEASE!!' yelled Holmes to my utter amazement 'Surprisingly I do not need your patronizing comments in a vain attempt to play on my ego!!' he had gone red and shook with rage. Anger echoing in his every syllable. 'And as for you mother, it is in your best interests that you spend the rest of the afternoon in Mrs. Hudson's company, for little Sherlock is not in the mood for entertaining!' She looked as shocked as I felt but soon regained her stern face as she said:

'Sherlock I insist that you apologize to poor John, you have no doubt damaged his feelings and...'

'MOTHER, I INSIST THAT YOU DISAPPEAR. I DON'T GIVE A DAM ABOUT JOHN'S FEELINGS' and with that he turned his back on us both, holding his head in one hand whilst curling the other into a tight fist.

Mrs. Holmes gave a angry huff before existing through the dining room door. We were now alone, and I built up the courage to speak.

'Holmes to send your own mother from the room!'

'Watson I...don't...care' he sounded out slowly as if speaking to a simpleton.

'You are acting like a child Holmes' I said simply, holding my ground.

'Then I shall act like a child Watson' he said turning around ' After all is it not always you that is two steps behind? Is it not you that has to be treated as an infant because you can't understand even the simplest of things?'

I now felt anger rising in my own face as all of my previous annoyances at the man came to the surface in one great outburst.

'Holmes how can you speak of your self in such a high respect! When you yourself are possibly the worst friend a man could have! Why you are vain, callous, self contained, and probably one of the most insufferable men in all England!!' his face had now returned to its normal colour and gone sullen, but I was not to end there 'You have left me to believe you were dead! You have put down my intelligence on numerous occasions, and you have even been so selfish as to only have thought of yourself when I married!

I would have stopped there if it were not for his sneer that told me quite plainly how little he cared. Without thinking I centered my weight, pulled back my arm and punched him squarely on the nose. He fell back against the wall clutching his face. Now looking up at me he removed his hand. Blood dripped down his face from his nose. I steadied myself, jaw set, waiting for the blow. He did not hit me however, instead he lurched forward grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the wall by the fire place. His grip was strong enough to hold me, but loose enough so that I could breath. It was the sudden jolt of my shoulder that was causing me agony, and it was now being pressed against some sharp object protruding from the wall. My war wound burnt.

Holmes had now raised his fist, he was shouting something but I was in to much pain to listen. My face was contorted, and he must have noticed for he let go instantly, his eyes turning from angry to worried. His lips formed my name but everything had gone foggy and I couldn't hear. Slowly I gave into my stiffened shoulder that throbbed in pain. The blankness entreated around my eyes, and I passed out.

I awoke to the taste of brandy on my lips. I was glad to feel that the pain had gone away, and I opened my eyes.

'Watson your awake' came Holmes voice. He had laid me on the sofa, and I now sat up.

There was a nervous silence. Both of us not knowing what to say. Holmes finally broke the silence.

'Watson I'm so sorry, I didn't know your bad shoulder was pressed against that nail, why didn't you say something?'

'Holmes you were strangling me old man' I replied, smiling at his expression.

'Oh... oh yes... I'm... sorry about that too' he hung his head slightly

'Not at all old friend, it was my fault for hitting you' I said

The was another nervous pause

'It was a very good hit though!' he said finally

'Thank you'

We both burst out laughing at the same time.

'How's your nose?' I asked, feeling the atmosphere had lightened considerably.

'Fine thank you, apart from being hit of cause, but then I was acting in a most immature manner'

'And I gave an equally immature response, perhaps we should agree that we were both in the wrong'

'Yes perhaps we should, but sorry again for the shoulder...'

'It's perfectly aright now, and at any rate I would rather have a saw shoulder then what you have'

'What's that?'

'An angry mother to face'

He looked at the door, flinching slightly as Mrs. Holmes voice rang up the stairs

'Sherlock! I would like a word in the kitchen if you please!'

Until next time...

OK so this chapter was... Slightly different, but you are going to have to give your own opinion about it so make sure to review!