When the morning light creates beams of light streaking across the otherwise dark room, John is the first one to wake up. He feels peaceful, yawning a little and stretching when he realizes something is different. Of course, then the doctor realizes what is different, he blushes a little and glances over his shoulder. Sure enough, sometime in the night Sherlock had moved closer and snuggled up to the blonde, and is now spooning him, one arm around his waist. Not to mention there are certain other problems with this position other than the fact that when they fell asleep they were safely on either side of the bed and nothing like this happened before.
At least it's good to know that Sherlock is human with all the normal drives and desires of a normal human male. Still, he's not sure if this was the best way to find out. Finally, he sighs a little and shift for a few moments, turning his head a little to try and see if Sherlock is awake or he has any sign of waking. The doctor doesn't really want to wake him up if it's avoidable since he sleeps so rarely. Which means that he is forced to lay there and wait.
"Stop moving, John. If you hadn't noticed, I am trying to sleep." Sherlock mutters against the back of John's shoulder where his head is resting, before the detective shifts and sighs a little, tightening his hold on the smaller man to bring him closer.
Rolling his eyes a little but allowing himself to be manipulated, John sighs. "And I'm what, a bloody teddy bear? I need to get up. You can sleep more if you like." He says a little awkwardly as he stares ahead, shaking his head slowly for a moment. He has to admit, it's not an altogether unpleasant situation, it's just definitely not what he expected when he fell asleep last night.
Groaning rather dramatically, Sherlock hides his face against John's shoulder for a moment before he releases the doctor and flops onto his back. "Fine." He grumbles, pouting a little as he tosses a pillow over his head and pulls the covers up around him.
Shaking his head with amusement, John smiles as he watches the detective for a few moments, finally getting up and stretching, relieved when there is no pain, no popping of joints. After retrieving his spare set of clothing they were sent home with, he heads upstairs to his own bathroom where his own products are, taking a very long, hot shower before he heads downstairs, only to see Lestrade unpacking a bag onto the kitchen table. "Morning, Greg." he says as he scratches his head a little, hair still a little damp.
Lestrade looks over and stares a little, shaking his head for a few moments. "Well, you're looking a bit more like yourself, John. Have to admit, I miss the adorable 10 year old you." He teases with a broad grin. "Figured you wouldn't have anything in, so I thought I would bring over some breakfast. Sherlock still asleep?" he asks, sounding a little surprised.
"Don't get me started." John says before he sighs. "Oh, bless you, Greg, you brought coffee." he says as he goes to get himself a mug of it. "Sherlock is pouting, I believe, and somewhere between awake and asleep." he says with a little shrug as he looks at what the detective brought. From the looks of it, it's from Speedy's cafe, since everything is still hot. Toasted bagels, scrambled eggs, sausage patties, potatoes and bacon. Getting three plates since there is way too much food for just him and Sherlock - or so he thinks - John gets himself a plate before he sits down to eat. "Thanks for coming by, Greg." He says honestly with a nod of his head.
"Anytime, mate." Lestrade says with a little smirk as he looks at the younger man. "Mycroft told me that you got halfway back to normal.. something about sedatives?" he asks as he looks at the blonde. "How old are you now, do you think?" he asks curiously.
Looking down at himself again, John considers. "About 16, I'd wager." he says before he goes back to eating. "Apparently their cure interacted with the sedative they gave us, and stunted its results. Sherlock was quite upset at the scientists that they didn't take that into account. Apparently their animal test subjects didn't get the sedatives." The young man says with a little shake of his head. "So don't bring it up to him or you'll set him off again. Still, at least we get to come home, even if we have to go shopping again." He says with a little shake of his head. "Odd thing though, when we got to this age, we are similar to how we really were at this age. Not sure about Sherlock, but I was in much better shape at 16, because I was playing football all the time in school." he says as he looks at Lestrade. "And so I'm still in fairly good shape."
Considering as he gets himself a cup of coffee, Lestrade shakes his head a little. "Wonder if there's some memory component to it." He says as he thinks about it, then he smirks when he sees Sherlock come trudging out of the bedroom.
"What are you doing here, Lestrade?" Sherlock asks irritably, having a dressing gown on now that is dragging on the floor a bit but otherwise not having changed out of his sleeping clothes. "Ah. I see. Food." He says with a nod before he goes to get himself some food as well, though in a much smaller portion than what John had. "Shouldn't you be off attempting to solve crimes?" he asks before he starts to eat.
"Well, aren't you in a mood this morning. This is actually supposed to be my day off. You're welcome for the food, by the way." Lestrade says with a mix of amusement and irritation, shaking his head a little. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" he asks as he looks at John.
Of course, he says that just as John is taking a drink of his coffee, so he tries to choke on it, coughing and putting a hand over his mouth, waving his hand at the concerned look the Detective sends his way. "For someone who claims not to need sleep, he's irritable when he doesn't get enough."
Sherlock snorts a little in annoyance. "I would have slept fine much longer if someone had not kept moving." he says as he gives John a pointed look, finishing his food quickly. "I imagine we have some shopping to do. Again." He says with a little sigh before he gets up and heads back to his bedroom, closing the door so that he can shower and change.
"Blimey, he sure is in a mood. This is going to be a pleasant trip. You two want me tagging along or should I bugger off?" Lestrade asks as he looks at John curiously, wanting to ask about the comment Sherlock made, but knowing enough not to do that just yet.
John sighs a little, finishing his food and getting up to do the dishes. "Might be best if you don't come, Greg. It's been nice seeing you, but apparently Sherlock's going to be like this all day, no need for you to have to deal with it. You know what he's like." he says with a little shake of his head.
Lestrade nods as he glances at Sherlock's closed bathroom door, then he looks at John, pausing while Sherlock comes out of his bedroom and goes into the bathroom, and then turning back to the doctor. "Right. Well, I'll say good morning, then. Call me if you need anything." he says as he claps John on the shoulder before he grabs his jacket to head out.
"Thanks, Greg, food was brilliant. Thanks for taking the time out." John says with a nod, his hands wet so he doesn't offer them to shake, just watches the older man go before he glances toward the bathroom, shaking his head as he finishes the dishes and rinses his hands off, cleaning up the remains of breakfast and putting the leftovers away, wondering if Sherlock was more upset about the way he was woken up, or that his morning was interrupted by Lestrade. It's so hard for John to tell sometimes about the other man, since his mind works in such mysterious ways.
Hehehee. Sherlock is a grumpy morning person. Plus... teenage hormones. They suck. Lestrade has more of a clue about the two than I think either of the boys does. Hope you enjoyed this!
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