Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock heard John behind him trying to keep up, but was too angry to slow down or reply.

"Sherlock, wait. Come on!"

Instead of waiting, Sherlock ran faster down the street, turning this way and that. He ignored all the strange looks he was getting, instead concentrating on his breathing. breathing, since when did he care about breathing? It was dull, after all.

"Sherlock, for gods sake! Don't make me run in a hedgehog costume. Ow!"

Sherlock slowed a little, and turned his head to see John lying flat on his back behind him.

He waited for a second, checking to make sure John was ok, before moving off again.

"Sherlock, you're being stupid. Totally stupid, now slow down, please?"

John was catching up now, and it unnerved Sherlock. The doctor truly could run when he wanted too. He was just about to start running again when something bowled into him, knocking him to the floor.

He smashed his head on the concrete, causing stars to dance around his vision, and let out a groan.

"Sherlock, I am so sorry. I don't realise my strength sometimes. Are you ok?"

John was currently sat on Sherlock's chest, watching the consulting detective with worry.

"Get off," Sherlock croaked.

John climbed off of him, allowing Sherlock to move into a sitting position.

"I had to stop you, and it was either that or shoot you." John smiled.

Sherlock shook his head, willing the stars to disappear. If John ruined his brain - well, there would be hell to pay. Finally the stars faded and he managed to look up at the doctor.

"Why are you here?" he said.

"I saw you, and I knew you'd get the wrong idea, and then I saw you running and followed."

"Wrong idea? I know what I saw, John."

"It's our stag do, and you had run off outside. I wanted to enjoy myself, so I just danced. Alone. And then she took pity on me. I was telling her about you the whole time." John sighed, shivering slightly.

Sherlock stared at him silently.

"Sherlock, you can tell if someone is lying. Am I lying?"

Slowly, Sherlock shook his head, "No."

"Well then, why would I look at her when I have someone like you?" John said, pulling Sherlock to his feet.

"Because it took you ages to realise your feelings for me, and because she would be just your type."

John laughed, "One, I was stupid. Two, you're my type. Three, shut up and kiss me."

Sherlock opened his mouth to reply but John was too quick, he had already pushed Sherlock against the wall and was now leaning in to kiss him.

"Guys, get a room. You can do that later, we haven't even started yet."

Sherlock turned to see Anderson, Donovan and Mycroft standing in the alleyway watching them. Donovan elbowed Anderson in the side, and rolled her eyes.

"What was that for?" he cried.

"They were about to kiss, and you totally ruined the mood!"

"I ruined it? We're stood in a dingy alleyway, it's hardly romantic." Anderson sniffed.

"Still.."

"You just wanted to watch them make out, didn't you?"

Mycroft rolled his eyes, twirling his umbrella around. "Are we going to enjoy tonight or not?"

Sherlock looked at John and smiled, "Yes, lets go"

They made their way back to the club, and Sherlock turned to Anderson.

"You're one to talk, I saw you and Sally snogging in the corner." he smirked.

"Well, he has to practice somewhere," Donovan replied, "Kissing his plushie dinosaurs only gives you so much experience."

"Oi!"

"I'm joking," Sherlock smiled, before turning back to John. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

John grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "Forget it, let's enjoy ourselves."

"I do NOT need practice, look!" and before anyone could do anything, Anderson pulled Sherlock towards him, and kissed him full on the lips.

Silence fell upon them, with Donovan half laughing - half looking scared, and then John pushed Anderson away.

"Oi, he's mine, ok?"

Sherlock was frozen to the spot, his eyes wide with surprise, "Anderson, warn me before you do that again."

"Well, do I need practice?"

"Um," Sherlock started walking again, "I need to wash my mouth. With acid."

"Humph."

Reaching the club they saw Lestrade standing outside looking annoyed. He caught sight of them and hurried over.

"Where did you lot go? And what's wrong with you, Sherlock?"

"John and Sherlock had a little domestic, but it's sorted now," Donovan replied, "Where's your lady friend?"

Lestrade bit his lip, "She wasn't a lady - let's leave it at that."

"Don't worry, you're not the only one to be kissed by a man tonight," Donovan grinned, eyeing Sherlock with amusement.

"Yeah but Sherlock's gay, and enjoys being kissed by John," Lestrade muttered.

"It wasn't John who kissed him."

"Then who was it?"

Donovan motioned to Anderson and smiled.

"Humph."

A/n: Sorry, I had to cut it short due to being ill. :( I'll give you an extra long chapter next time. :)