A/N – Thanks to ScopesMonkey, once again for making this better. And she brit-picked it this time so for a lot of you the words will be spelled correctly now, yay! For the rest of you ignore the misspellings. :o)

Fact- Marriage is about compromise. Or so I've heard, never tried it myself.

Before

"SHERLOCK!" I scream up the stairs at him. The smell from the kitchen is turning my stomach. When I hear no movement from the bedroom I know that he's just covered his head with a pillow and is ignoring me.

I rub my hands over my face and head to the window. If I don't open it I'm certain that I'll pass out. The fumes from whatever the hell is cooking on the kitchen table are starting to burn my eyes and my lungs. It smells alarmingly like chlorine and that actually scares me a bit.

Well, I guess because I'm fully healed the dangerous experiments are okay again. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath of the fresh air.

"SHERLOCK" I scream again and head back into the kitchen. There is a Bunsen burner lit with a very small flame under a flask secured on a peg board. There is a substance boiling out of the flask and onto the table where it has eaten through the protective mat he set up and the top of the table. I sigh and turn the burner off. I'm not touching whatever the hell this might be.

"SHERLOCK," I yell for the third time, "If you aren't down here in 5 seconds, we will never be having sex again." It's my standard threat and surprisingly still works. I hear him grumble something this time, followed by noises of him getting out of bed.

I grab a serving spoon and start to move things away from the hole that is forming on the table. I start to push things to one corner, like the salt and pepper shakers that are going into the bin, as soon as I determine that it is safe. I hear his steps as he enters the kitchen. I turn and see him standing naked in the doorway. His hair is poking out in every different direction. He is yawning and his morning erection seems to be growing as he sees me.

It makes me want to laugh at him; nothing is more erotic than an unknown corrosive material eating a surface you eat on.

"What the hell is this?" I point with the spoon at the substance no longer boiling but still oozing out of the flask.

He focuses on it and shrugs his shoulders. "I read about an experiment to increase the corrosiveness of hydrochloric acid. I was attempting to recreate it."

What? I think. I shake my head in disbelief. "Clean it up," I say and walk to the fridge, "and be careful." I hear him moving behind me as I open the door intent on getting the milk out so that I can make tea. Instead, I'm greeted with two severed feet sitting on the top shelf between me and the milk.

I groan and run my hand over my face again.

"Molly saved them for me," says the voice from behind me. I let the fridge door close and head back to the stairs. I hear him begin to follow me and roll my eyes.

"I'm taking a shower and leaving. I'm going to have to stop and get coffee or tea on the way to the clinic."

"But we've had sex every morning since you've been better."

I roll my eyes as I begin to climb; I was given the all clear three weeks ago, three weeks. Granted we have had sex every morning so far. "I can say with certainty that feet in the fridge and corrosive lab experiments do nothing for my libido." I don't look back at him but I hear him stop moving. I can almost hear his frown.

"Clean it up and get them out of here." I close the bathroom door behind me, throw the lock, and turn the shower knob. It's going to be a long day.

After

"How was the honeymoon?" Molly asks me as she comes into the lab. I was in the middle of talking to Mike and he rolls his eyes as she comes in. She is unable to keep the hint of contempt out of her voice.

"Delightful," I answer truthfully. "We didn't actually see much of Corsica, but I doubt either of will be complaining about that." I smirk at her and Mike groans with exaggerated disgust.

Molly looks horrified for a moment, but then pushes it away. She comes and stands closer to me than is appropriate. "We had a dismemberment come through while you were away. I saved an arm for you." An eager smile crosses her face and she puts a hand on my shoulder. I'm tempted to shrug it off.

"Thank you," I say instead. "I will no longer be taking body parts home. John doesn't like it." I turn back to finish my conversation with Mike.

"But… but… What about your experiments?" I roll my eyes and turn back to her.

"The experiments will continue, just not on parts of the human anatomy. Blood and other such items are easier to store safely and unobtrusively. My husband," I let the word hang between us a moment, "is a very reasonable man. This is not an unreasonable request."

She huffs and pulls back. I offer her a huge smile before turning back to Mike. Again. He is trying not to laugh. Molly turns and walks away from us, her steps more forceful that usual. She mumbles under her breath something about being unsupportive.

"Marriage is about compromise," I call after her. Mike is unable to contain his laugh any longer and she slams the door to the lab.

I look at Mike, who still laughing, his face turning red. "Compromise and guaranteeing I have sex in the morning. It's my favourite time."

He starts to choke.