The shadow and cold of the night had covered London. People would go out and have a drink or two in the neighbourhood pub, before coming back home, drunk , in the mood for ''activities''. It was a usual Friday evening, and the week end was already staring by a good pint of bear. The restaurants were full too, filled with romantic couples or first dates strangers. Some, staid at their small flats, watching TV or having lunch with their family. But Sherlock wasn't any of them. He was the special case. The type of people who would work on experiments in their improvised lab that they had installed in their small kitchen. Strangely, he had been even more mysterious about this case towards John, who barely new these days what his flatmate was thinking about. It was very frustrating. He quickly glanced at him before driving is eyes back to the screen of his laptop. But at the second his look ran away from his friend, the curly man starting watching him tap on his keyboard. He scowled seeing the title of the new paragraph John was writing. ''the malicious child''.

''What kind of title is that?''

John turned back and gave him a frustrated look.

''Don't start criticising my blog again; I have a lot of readers who enjoy those titles. The only person that doesn't is you.''

Sherlock turned his head in a pissed off sigh.

''What are you doing?''

''Inspecting one of your hairs.''

''What?!''

''I found it in the bathroom, I was bored so I thought it would be fun to know how well your hair are clean.''

John tried not to laugh.

''Is this what people like you do when their bored?''

''There are no people like me except for me.''

John closed his computer and left it on the table before leaving his comfy red sofa. Sherlock looked up at John standing next to him, looking at him with a neutral face. He looked back with a surprised open mouth.

''What is it?''

He had barely finished his words that John's lips where in contact with his.

''Sherlock?''

He was pulled out of his dreams by a familiar voice. When he blinked, he saw John, still sitting on his chair, staring at him.

''Are you ok?''

'''Uh... yes, yes; I'm fine.''

If John wasn't there, he would have banged his head against every wall he could find. Instead, he tried to concentrate his vision through his microscope.

''You should go and have some sleep you don't seem very well.''

He was right, Sherlock head was burning him, but that usually never happens to him, he didn't really know what he could do to stop the pain.

''I'm fine.''

''Sher—''

''I'M FINE!''

John's eyes were wide open, surprised how loud Sherlock had screamed. The angry man stood up in a rash movement with some kind of confused hands movements.

''Okay, I'll go to bed.''

And left the room in a fast step.

The phone rang. She picked up her cell phone that was on the white table. ''John Watson''.

''Yes? ...John... What? Sherlock is..?''

''Ill!?''

He laugh loudly.

''It's not funny. I've called Sarah to look after him, she really is doing a great job.''

''It is the first time I know my brother sick, it must be very entertaining to have Sherlock in that kind of state.''

''Yes well I have to go back, Sarah won't be able to control him when he'll wake up.''

The apartment wasn't far away; they were just in the cafe next to Sherlock and john's apartment, at speedy's. He left the small bar followed by Mycroft and his small snide smile. He looked up at the snowy sky before looking back down at the small man on his right who was firmly closing his jacket.

''Take good care of my little brother Mr. Watson, I know you will.''

He nodded back before stepping in the small ply of snow, which had already covered the beautiful capital.

''Oh John! Sherlock's gone mad!''

Said Mrs. Hudson, welcoming him at the entrance of the door. He looked at her, slightly panicked before hearing a scream full of rage coming from upstairs. He ran up and pushed the door of the apartment. Sarah came quickly towards him.

''In the room, he's really not well!''

Her walked by her and entered Sherlock's room. He was standing on the other side of the bed. His head between his two hands, rubbing his hair. John tried to walk towards him but he had only stepped 2 steps that Sherlock had turned back to him, with a pale face and angry breath.

''Sherlock!''

Sherlock jumped on the bed, and came off of it from the side where the blond man was, and grabbed John by his collar, pushing him against the wall making him enable to touch the ground.

''Sherlock...you ... have to calm down.''

He was so angry, John was scared.

''Why does it hurt so much?!''

Screamed Sherlock, looking straight at John, who had difficulties to breath, but with the little strength he had, he stretch his arms around Sherlock's neck and pulled him to his chest.

''calm down, please...''

The strength of the tall man slowly fainted, until John was able to touch the floor again.

''Sherlock...''

He pulled him in for a hug, trying to calm him as he could.

''I'm... so tired...''

John pushed him back on the bed. He calmly lied down in the large bed. Being able to breathe normally again, he placed the bed cheat over his shoulder, and before leaving the suffering person, left a kiss on his forehead. He came out of the room and came back with a wooden chair.

''As he calm down?''

Asked Sarah coming in when John was sitting down.

''Yes, I'll watch him for the night, go home Sarah, thank you for your help. Please tell Mrs. Hudson not to worry anymore.''

She smiled and closed the door. A few minutes later, she had left the flat, leaving John on his own with the invalid sleeping Sherlock Holmes.

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