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Boobunny60 : That's my favourite part too (well...no in fact it usually is the slash *^^*)

Watergodesskasey : Oh don't cry kasey...everything is gonna be all right :p
Miss Crockshanks : uh uh uh...no you don't, you love reading cliffhangers (or I hope so because...)
Breathing is over-rated : I know I am a bad girl … but I love being one. Sherlock is an oversized child with a big brain (I love him like that :p).

Real or not : New evolution...and...hold on...a plot! Well...at least I tried... :)

Pour le français ça avance, si j'ai le temps j'update avant les vacances et donc (transition) je serais sur Londres du 19 au 26. (PV pour un eventuel meeting au sommet :p).

Dear readers, as always thank you for reading and reviewing my stories, it makes The Medusa happy.

Chapter 4 is here, enjoy and please R&R

4 - Poison

It was Sherlock's turn to feel like a dear in the headlights. He had been frozen in the same position for two minutes straight, mouth half opened, eyes locked on John's face searching for clues which would help him to know what John would say next to prepare his answer. But John kept silent and Sherlock felt suddenly dizzy again.

"You can forget to eat but can't forget to breathe, Sherlock."

The detective suddenly noticed he was holding his breath and gasped. John chuckled.

"I don't see anything funny here." Sherlock said coldly.

"No you're right, having you dealing with emotions you can't control is not funny."

"How do you feel now you know it's all because of you?"

"Do I have to take the blame or be flattered?"

"Pick one!"

"It's not that easy!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's all very sudden!"

"I've been loving you for months!"

"I've been knowing it for minutes!"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does, Sherlock!" John moved his back and made a face, it was stiffen because of the long hours John spent leaning on the wall waiting for Sherlock to wake up, "Yesterday morning everything was normal then you turned alternatively into a horny bastard, a weak patient, you fell into depression and now you love me, it's a lot to compile don't you think?"

"Technically everything you just said happened because I love you."

"Sorry for not respecting the chronological order Sherlock." John sighed "Anyway," he sat straighter and looked at Sherlock's face "Sherlock, I like you but..."

"Don't, John !" Sherlock caught John's eyes "Please." He added in a whisper.

"Sherlock..."

"No! Not now..." Sherlock jumped nimbly out of the bed "Let's eat, shall we?"

"Sherlock..."

"Chinese?"

"Okay, all right..." John sighed.

… … …

"Eat!" John ordered his mouth full of noodles.

Sherlock looked at his Chinese food without seeing it.

"Sherlock, it's your favourite, eat!" He pointed at Sherlock with his chopsticks.

"How do you know it's my favourite?"

"I've been living with you for a while now, I noticed things."

"That, you did."

"Sherlock!"

"Do you have to be that bossy?"

"Apparently, I do, yes!" John frowned and Sherlock laughed lightly

"I like it." The brown haired man added before putting broccoli in his mouth. John shook his head and finished his noodles in silence.

"Fortune cookie?" Sherlock asked searching in the paper bag.

"Yeah why not, if you don't yell at the poor thing for telling nonsenses as you usually do.

"I won't, I promise." Sherlock smiled again throwing a cookie in John's direction and the soldier caught it in the air. He broke it and unfolded the little piece of paper he found inside.

"Really funny, Sherlock."

"Oh come on, John, read it out loud!"

"You will fall in love with the genius you live with." John sighed "How did you manage to do that?"

"I paid the delivery boy to put it on the cookie."

"Great," John made a face "will you read yours?"

"I didn't make one for myself"

"Maybe but there are two in the bag, so open yours."

Sherlock broke the cookie and unfolded the paper. His face turned blank and he clenched his jaws.

"What is it Sherlock?"

"You will be hurt, real bad, in a close future." He read in a low voice.

John frowned and went up, he crossed the space between him and the genius and hold out his hand to to the brown haired man. He read the note.

"Bad joke?"

"Maybe..."

"You'd better ask the delivery boy if anybody put that fortune cookie in the bag though."

"I will."

After that Sherlock's good mood was gone for good and he kept silent for a long time.

"I'm going to bed," John said turning of the TV "I have to be at the surgery," he looked at his watch "in five hours." He rubbed his face with his left hand.

"Will Sarah be there?" Sherlock asked.

"Sarah is a work colleague, of course she will be there, Sherlock." John answered tartly.

"I know what you think, John, but everything isn't always about you. Good night."

John opened his mouth to say something back but didn't find the word he was searching for so he just left the room and went upstairs.

Sherlock searched in his pocket and took out a little white square of paper he tore out from the fortune cookie's message. There was a single black letter written on it, a highly threatening M.

The morning came faster than John expected and he groaned when the cellphone he used as an alarm clock buzzed loudly. He rubbed his face and got up. He took a shower. He drank tea. He ate toasts. He took his coat. He got out.

Walking on the street finished to wake him and his brain switched on. Sherlock wasn't home, his coat wasn't on the coat-peg. Where was he?

The answer was simple, he was talking with Sarah at the surgery's staff entrance. John hid behind a parked ambulance. Why did he do that? He didn't know, it was kind of a reflex. He waited until Sherlock went away then run right after his ex girlfriend.

"Sarah?" he shouted on the hall "Hey! Is it Sherlock I saw with you a minute ago?" He asked directly.

"Yes," Sarah answered as directly.

"What was he doing here?"

"Why people go to a surgery, John?" She asked teasingly.

"Is he ill?" The blond haired man asked concerned.

"You know I can't answer to that question, John."

"But..."The doctor frowned "Why didn't he talk to me?"

"John, please..." Does everybody had to tell him that John please?

"But..."

"John if you want to know, ask him." Sarah said ill at ease "Now if you will excuse me I have to go back to work."

John stood there, mouth open. He didn't know what to do. He felt the urge to call Sherlock but resisted it. What would he say? Hey Sherlock, I saw you talking to Sarah but you didn't see me because I was spying on you from behind a car? He felt suddenly stupid.

The good doctor's shift at the surgery seemed to last an eternity. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be sure Sherlock was all right.

At 4 pm he grabbed his coat and left, almost running. He was breathless when he pushed the 221B's door.

"Sherlock?" He shouted from the stairs "Sherlock?" Once again as he opened the apartment's door.

The detective was sitting on the sofa, a book in his hands.

"Sherlock! Are you all right?" John asked. He looked like a mad man.

"Why wouldn't I be right, John?" The brown haired man answered in a calm voice.

"I saw you this morning, at the surgery and..."

"I know, I saw you."

"What? You saw me and didn't tell me..."

"You were hiding behind a car, John, I thought letting you know I saw you would hurt your feelings."

"Sherlock, are you fucking kidding me?"

"Please John, can you calm yourself?"

"Why did you want to see Sarah?"

"I needed a check up."

"Why?"

"Because the message in the fortune cookie came from Moriarty and I needed to be sure he didn't poisoned me or something."

"Moriarty? Poison? Are you all right?"

"Yes I'm all right, John."

"But...but why didn't you tell me? I'm a doctor, I could have helped you."

"Isn't it obvious John?"

"No, it isn't!"

"I just can't let you touch me."