John woke up extremely late and very tired. Realising he won't be able to reach the hospital on his scheduled time he called and checked for emergencies, thankfully there were none. After rescheduling for that day he went to the shower, he didn't want to be obvious to Sherlock.

"I made you tea." Smiled Sherlock. He was sitting on the sofa with John's laptop. He looked gorgeous this morning, deep blue shirt; two buttons undone, hair slightly damp, dark trousers. He smelled of soap, shaving foam, freshly laundered cloths. John took a deep breath and smiled back. Sherlock is being nice to me; he didn't run away from me, knowing my emotions for him. God! Could this be true? Did he also feel the same way? Am I that lucky? Or is he just…

"Thanks." He went to the kitchen to get his tea.

He took his tea and set about to make breakfast. He put breads in the toaster and turned to find Sherlock standing close, cup in hand and eyes on the cup. "Why were you up all night?" he asked softly.

Crying. "Thinking."

"About us."

Not a question obviously. "Yes."

John become aware of Sherlock's piercing gaze, without looking at him he busied himself with making break-fast. He put the toasts on plates, applied butter, made eggs. John tried to ignore the fact that he was nervous and his face flushed, please don't do this Sherlock. He set the food on the table, sat and looked at Sherlock. "You will eat." I just ordered Sherlock. He started with the food. Sherlock sat without taking his eyes off John.

"So?"

"What?"

"Are we going to Lincolnshire?"

John sighed; he remembered how clearly he had said no to this only yesterday. His flatmate had accepted also, but the last conversation they had changed many things, maybe this decision also. It looks like Sherlock has plans of his own. He wanted to give this a shot. If Sherlock was insistent upon spending time together after this new development then it was worth a try. John put his spoon down and looked at Sherlock who was eating innocently and looking back.

"Yes. We are."

It didn't startle Sherlock, he simply said "Okay, I've made arrangements for tomorrow at 6."

Why am I so obvious to this man? thought John shaking his head at his own bewilderment.

"So, would you be taking any books or would I be enough?" asked Sherlock without emotion.

John gasped and blushed. He didn't answer, quietly finished his food and went to make more tea. He's changed so quickly! Wow, this is heady. Johnfelt goose bumps spreading all over his body. All the time Sherlock hovered, this was pretty unsettling for John, this was new and very unlike Sherlock, and he helped with the plates and tea. He even offered to bring milk and eggs later.

"Don't bother Sherlock. You'll probably put them in the wrong places or worse use them for an experiment. Leave that to me."

"I know I'm not entirely domesticated and can never be, but I can try you know." he said looking sincere.

John smiled not looking at him. You don't need to do this Sherlock, I'm already head over heels for you, and you are already too good for me. He sighed as his smile vanished.

"John, you keep sighing like a school girl in love." Sherlock said, amused.

Again! Sherlock is hell bent on teasing me! John checked his emotions and turned to face his flatmate. "I should be off, already rescheduled, don't want to be late for that also."

Did I overdo anything? Isn't this what is called flirting? I'll have to check, Sherlock made up his mind to consult the internet.

It was a damn chilly January day. John was re-enacting the episode of the morning in his mind as he walked towards his work place. At least Sherlock didn't run for the hills after knowing my feelings for him, thought John. It can be a good thing or it can be a bad thing. It can be that Sherlock reciprocated or at least appreciated my feelings for him, or it can be that he just wanted to find out how this thing works, how John behaves, what changes come in their present relationship, put this situation under a mental microscope and just analyse. Sociopaths don't fall in love, they treat is as a pass time, a game. A mind game, Sherlock loved those. He didn't seem morose for not having a case and it has been three days since his last. Maybe he's enjoying seeing me like his control, falling for him, melting at his slightest attentions. But for how long will this amuse him? The thought pained John. He prayed silently, please god, don't let it be that. He remembered his last night resolution and he straightened up. Okay, he said to himself, I'll treat him with all the love and passion I'm capable of, I'll make him see how beautifully this can work out between us. I'll show him how much he means to me. How much I love him. I'll try my best to turn the tables. He promised himself.

"You packed my bags?!"

"Saves time." The baritone said succinctly.

"Do sleep tonight John. It's a long journey tomorrow."

John remembered Sherlock asking him whether he wanted books or not. John angered a bit thinking Sherlock had gone through his things, again. Oh well, he has done it so many times now, he was trying to help.