Time for the next chapter! Hope you'll like it :)
Chapter 3: "BOOM"
"Sherlock, our last case is already four days ago and since the day we went out to the pub you haven't once complained that you're bored and played nearly constantly the violin. What the hell is bothering you so much?", John asked three days later, watching the object of his concerns, which paced restless up and down in front of the window.
"Experiment" Sherlock lied and went back to his mind palace, were he tried and failed to shut up the annoying feelings, the source of his lack of boredom. The detective just didn't seem capable to delete or lock them away and slowly he started to get frustrated. There must be some way to get rid of them, but he had absolutely no idea how.
"Experiment, sure. You know, I'm not THIS stupid to actually believe this crap"
After John received no answer he murmured darkly to himself and sat down in his chair to continue reading his book.
"Stop worrying so much John, it's distracting and I don't see any need in it"
"Oh Sherlock, you're right, I'm such an idiot! Please, forgive me for caring about you" The doctor's voice practically dript of sarcasm.
"Apologise excepted"
John asked himself if Lestrade would mind if he shot Sherlock, he was sure the detective inspector himself thought about that often enough himself.
"Hu, hu boys! I've made some muffins for you two!", Misses Hudsen cooed outside in the staircase and shortly after that, she entered through the door and stood in their living room, a plate with little chocolate cakes balancing in her hands.
"Oh Misses Hudsen, you're an angel!", John grinned and helped the smiling woman making room on the, with experiments overloaded table.
"Oh Sherlock, you really should clean you're mess away, you know? Where are you even eating?"
The man in question rolled his eyes about her and shook his head.
"Science is really more important than eating. Eating is boring. Leave, you're distracting and I need to focus"
John huffed in annoyance and leaded the elder woman back to the door. "I'm sorry, he's a bit touchy today"
"Oh don't worry too much dear, I'm sure he just has to get used having somebody he cares about. Boyfriends and feelings weren't really his area, you know"
John decided it would be better if he simply ignored her and quickly shut the door. Sherlock stopped in his tracks and stared on the point where Misses Hudsen stood a few seconds ago, her words still ringing in his ears.
"Fancy some tea?", John asked, not realising his flatmate's strange behaviour and made his way into the kitchen where he put the kettle on. But as he opened the fridge he let out a groan and turned to Sherlock, who looked at him with a questioning raised eyebrow.
"Why is this damn leg still here Sherlock? I thought you already proved the women's alibi right?"
"I need it", the detective replied and joined John at the table to continue with one of his other, relatively sensitive, experiments, which included a couple of rather dangerous chemicals.
"No, you don't", John said stubbornly and took the leg out of the fridge.
"John", Sherlock growled and turned around to face the angry looking army doctor.
"No"
The blonde took a step back to avoid the pale hand, which tried to snatch the human part from his hands.
"John, give me the leg!"
"No"
Sherlock tried again to get the subject of his desire and managed to catch the ankle.
"Let go", John hissed and they started to pull like their life depended on it.
"You're overreacting!", the detective said with gritted teeth which caused John to argue back, but Sherlock had stopped paying attention. Instead, he concentrated on a quiet hissing sound and strange grip loosened strength and his gaze flickered to his experiment, which's colour had changed from dark yellow to a light blue and boiled aggressively. Bit not good.
Without thinking twice he let completely go of the leg and throwed himself on John, who let out a surprised cry and fell hard on the floor, Sherlock's body pressing him to the ground. A second later there was a short bright light and then…BOOM. Glass tubes exploded and whizzed in all directions, followed by all kinds of now completely destroyed equipment. A loud cracking sound signalled the breakdown of the table, which crashed on the floor milliseconds later.
John, who was shield by the detective's lean body, panted heavily in the dark curls which tickled him in the nose.
"Sherlock?", he asked, his heart pounding against his chest.
The weight on him shifted a bit and the dark haired man raised slowly his head, pieces of glass drizzling to the floor. Sherlock looked down in dark eyes and lost himself in their depth. John opened and closed his mouth, suddenly forgotten what he wanted to say and hyper aware of their touching bodies and synchronically breathing. Their faces were so close…too close.
"I can come back later if…I don't know; I'm interrupting something or…"
The flatmates winced at the dumbfounded voice which came from the other side of the kitchen.
"Oh don't play more stupid as you already are Lestrade", Sherlock snarled and turned his head to look at the inspector who stood in the doorway and cleared awkwardly his throat. John didn't want to know how their situation must look like, the two of them laying, limps entangled, in a mass of destroyed experiments and next to a broken table. Shit.
Completely embarrassed, the doctor tried to stand up, but Sherlock didn't give in and made it impossible to move more than two centimetres. They were so close to each other, breathing the same air and John felt a pleasant warmth spreading deep down in his chest. Shit.
"Well…ähmm…we've found a dead man in 66a, Northumberland Street. Will you come, or…?"
"Yes and now, leave us alone", Sherlock answered impatiently and John's face became an even deeper shed of red as it already had.
"Right…yes. I'm better leaving you two for…well…you know" Quickly, Greg went backwards and stumbled, still relatively shocked, out of their flat.
"Great chose of words, Sherlock! No wonder people talk so much crap about us!"
"What have I done now?", the detective asked confused and looked back down on his flustered blogger who gave up fighting and just lay frustrated on the cold floor.
"You know perfectly well what", John said and waved his hand, making his friend attentive to their situation.
"Oh", was all the brunett managed, a deep frown on his face.
"Yes so, would you mind…?", the still blushing doctor asked impatiently and shot the pale face a stern glance, trying to cover up his nervousness. Sherlock stared at him another couple of seconds until he gracefully got to his feet and went into the living room.
John blinked and eventually followed the scientist who already put his coat on, happily beaming because of the new case and quickly went out of the door. John shook his head, grabbed his jacket and rushed down the stairs and onto the street where Sherlock already sat in a cab and waited for him impatiently.
"Northumberland Street", the pale man barked and looked out of the window, an excited glow in his eyes.
"You know, YOU will be the one who cleans the kitchen this time", John said, causing Sherlock to turn around and look at him disbelieving.
"Mrs Hudson will…"
"NO Sherlock, there's absolutely no way!"
"Well, then you will have to do it"
"But…Certainly NOT!"
"Why, you always clean my mess away"
"Yes, because you don't do it yourself!"
"Exactly"
The doctor opened his mouth and shut it again.
"Hu…", he finally said, absolutely not getting it. The detective snorted annoyed and turned to the window once again.
"I won't clean it away and someday you'll have enough and will do it yourself"
Just as the blond wanted to give his friend a piece of his mind they arrived at their destination and Sherlock was out before he even uttered a single word.
Sourly John paid the cabbie who shot him a pityingly look and went over to the house which was surrounded by a yellow tape.
"Don't worry, you and your boyfriend will be fine, I'm arguing with my wife all the time but we still love each other to no end", the cabbie shouted as he drove past him.
"What a lovely day", the doctor muttered and entered the crime scene.
Sigh...Sherlock and his experiments
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