Alriiiiiight, this is...short, I know.

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Inner conflicts

The next two weeks were…horrible, to say the least. Every day John was distracted by 3 little voices which debated constantly in the back of his mind and which represented his personalities: Soldier, doctor and blogger.

Soldier: Pull yourself together Watson, you're NOT gay!

Doctor: But it's proven that people's sexuality is able to change with the time…

Blogger: And it's Sherlock…by all means, he's the most fascinating human being you've ever met, no wonder you've fallen for him.

Soldier: He hasn't fallen! I won't allow it!

Doctor: Let's be reasonable…

Soldier: Piss off with your stupid logic, we have war, there is no time for this nonsense!

Blogger: John Hamish Watson-Holmes…a bit long but it sounds good, very noble somehow.

Soldier: STOP IT, THIS IS AN ORDER!

Doctor: Calm down, this is no good for your blood pressure.

Blogger: Or better Holmes-Watson?

Soldier: AAAAARGH

Doctor: You're starting to hyperventilate.

Blogger: Oi, you could get a dog! Oooooh imagine, you three would look like a family!

Soldier: IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP IN AN INSTANT I SWEAR!

Doctor: Breathing. Take deep breaths.

Blogger: You could ask Lestrade to be best man, oh and Mycroft's face when you'll tell him, it would be so much fun!

Soldier: JOHN HAMISCH WATSON, if you dare to listen to this absolute madness I-I will, I will…!

Doctor: In and out. In and out.

Blogger: My dear soldier, you're sounding a bit stressed. Is everything alright?

Soldier: Your death will be slow and painful.

Doctor: Not if I have anything to say on that matter.

Solder: Well, you know what? You don't!

Blogger: Really you two, shut up for a moment so John is able to finally follow his heart and kiss his flatmate senseless. Mmmh this pale, pale lips!

Soldier: …And then I will rip your gut out of your body and strangle you with it…

Doctor: You do know that this isn't possible?

Soldier: …and then I will draw you in acid and…

Doctor: I'm giving up

This endless conversation continued the whole time and slowly John thought at some point he will go mad. All in all, three continents Watson had the worst sexuality crisis of his life…and was completely in denial about it.

Sherlock wasn't any better. The door which blocked out his feelings was getting more unstable with every hour which passed. The detective's head was close to bursting because of the headache it was causing him and at some point he practically feared entering his mind palace. And without his mind palace he didn't want to take any cases and without cases he had nothing to distract himself from his 'emotion problem' which just caused his headache to increase. And to make it worse, he had his own alter ego battle to fight, even if this one was much shorter and repeated itself endlessly.

Sociopath: RUN!

Scientist: Caring is a chemical defect, found on the losing side.

Virgin: But it's John

All in all, both flatmates were in rather dark and grumpy moods. When it occurs that they were both in the same room for longer than 3 minutes they would start fighting over some unimportant matter until they both have enough of shouting and would stomp into their rooms. John avoided Sherlock because he just couldn't stand his presence without screaming in frustration and Sherlock avoided John because the doctor only made his head hurt even more. The detective started smoking again, only in his bedroom of course so the doctor wouldn't notice and John's leg started hurting.

For two weeks it went that way. Two weeks full of anger, frustration, inner conflicts and depression. Until one faithful Friday Lestrade called them and practically bagged the Consulting detective to come over to have a look at some photographs. And Sherlock accepted, stalking off with John at his heels, because the blogger wouldn't let his friend go alone, awkward silence and sexuality crisis be damned. And there, in Lestrade's office, it happened. Their visit to Scotland Yard turned out to be a tad more complicated than expected.

I loved writing Johns inner dicussion, it was rather funny...I hope you share my opinion, and if you do? REVIEW! And if not? REVIEW! I'm always glad to have my mistakes pointed out and every idea I get is more than welcome!