CREDIT BELONGS WHERE CREDIT IS DUE.
Chapter 2
Once arriving back to their flat, Mrs. Hudson greeted them with her motherly concerns. Finally, John and Sherlock finally make it up to the sitting room. As John went to make tea, Sherlock flops ungracefully on the settee and falls in to a state that could only be described at catatonic. He was running madly through his Mind Palace.
"Sherlock! Sherlock! Do you want a cup? If you do not answer I am going to assume you do not want one.", John shouts from the kitchen.
"Yes John", he mumbles barely loud enough for the doctor to hear, and retreats into his Mind Palace.
What exactly happened back at Cardiff? I should not worry, it is probably nothing. Worrying is an emotion, I am above emotions- emotions do not control me. John did not say anything, so it must not be important. If it was, then, he would have mentioned it. He is a doctor after all, besides he is always on my case making me take better care of myself. Oh the good doctor, just doing his job...
He could hear John's clipped pleading voice in his head.
Sherlock, you NEED to eat. Sherlock, you NEED to sleep. As in actually sleep, not running madly in your Mind Palace. Do not tell me you are not in your Mind Palace. I know you can hear me, so I am going to keep talking until you pay attention to me. Listen to me Sherlock! Your eyes flutter, your hands twitch subtly, and you practically stopped breathing at one point. This HAS to stop Sherlock. You will do yourself great harm…..
Ah John, my good doctor, you worry too much. I am perfectly fine. I am better than you simple-minded people. No John, do not take offense, you know perfectly what I imply. I do not require much sleep, or food and I'm perfectly capable and alert. Do stop nagging on me. It's not very becoming, and you know that will make people talk. I know how you can't stand that at all.
"What was that Sherlock? I heard you snickering", John inquires coming into the sitting room with two steaming cups.
John's voice pulls Sherlock out of the bantering going on in his mind. "It was nothing", Sherlock replies stoically then taking a sip nearly scalding his throat on the Earl Grey.
"OK….Now that the case is solved, are you going to eat? I mean, are you going to eat a proper meal with grains, vegetables, and meat?", John ventured tentatively.
"Fine! If you insist I need food then let us go to Angelo's", Sherlock said whilst springing off the settee in a single bound, and promptly stumbled into the coffee table with barely enough time to catch himself.
John rushed over to steady his friend and eyeing him all over with the analysing of a doctor.
"Sherlock! Are you alright? Maybe we should forgo the dinner outing, just this once. You do not look well and I have never seen you run into anything, especially this table. Who knows how many times you've leapt over this poor table abused decked out with countless scratches and bullet shots, and now you just tripped over it!", John asked with a worry expression clearly etched on his face.
"I'm fine. Just. Fine.". Sherlock hissed shaking free of John's hold and donned his coat and scarf, taking care to turn up the collar just to annoy John.
How I like to annoy John, it makes for a different reaction every single time. A good experiment is hard to ignore.
"Get your coat and let's go. Hurry up. Are you alright? You have never suggested that I don't eat.", Sherlock rattles off trying to distract John's ever watchful eye on his well-being.
A-N: Thank you once again for reading! I do appreciate the feedback.