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Bit of a fluffly chapter, with minor drama :) Next chapter contains a lot of fluff and progress x

CHAPTER 4

John slammed the door furiously as he entered 221b, mumbling to himself how he was gonna get Sherlock back for this, and how it was just "bloody unacceptable." However, as he entered the flat, he found himself surrounded in darkness. It was only eleven, and Sherlock's odd sleeping habits meant that he was most likely out. "Dammit." John thought as he tried to bury his anger, "Now I can't bloody give him a piece of my mind." He collapsed in his armchair, exhausted from the evening, and watched TV.

"Jooohn!" A meek voice yelled out, John ignored it for a moment, thinking it was the TV. "Joooooohn!" The whine was from Sherlock's room. Still furious, John entered the dark room, preparing to lecture Sherlock. His plan was interrupted as he observed the curious figure, who was lost in his thoughts,

"Are - are those nicotine patches?" He notice several goin up each arm, "How many do you need?"

"As much as is necessary." He turned his lost gaze to John and continued,"Can you pass me my phone?" His phone was on his bedside table, which was about 3 feet away from him.

"ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME?" John snapped, "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY UNBELIEVEABLE!"

"I hardly think it was an unreasonable request." Sherlock replied calmly, which did not help the rubbed his eyes agitatedly whilst taking a deep breath, and decided to use a more calmer tone,

"Not only have you managed to convince half of London THAT I AM GAY, you now want me to get you your phone WHICH IS BLOODY NEXT TO YOU."

"You're not gay?"Sherlock asked, genuinely surprised and with a hint of disappointment,

"NO I'M NOT." The calmer approach didn't last long for John,

"Oh, apologies then. I just thought you were because you were stalking me like an infatuated teenage girl," Sherlock replied with a sneer.

"I JUST WANTED TO FIND OUT WHO I WAS LIVING WITH YOU UNSOCIABLE PRICK." He yelled in frustration as he left the room,

"Phone, John." Sherlock reminded John, who then threw Sherlock's phone at him with some force before locking himself in his own room. Sherlock chuckled slightly at the drama queen, but soon felt a knot in his stomach. It was an odd sensation that he had hardly ever felt, guilt. He knocked on John's door, no response. "John." There was still no response, "John, I'm sorry." Sherlock sighed uncomfortably, he really didn't know how to act in these sort of situations. "I'm gonna stay here until you respond John." John still didn't reply, and regret grew inside Sherlock.

John woke up, still in the clothes worn from the date; he had fallen asleep by accident after the fight. As he opened his bedroom door, a loud thud erupted as the snoozing Sherlock fell infront of him, "Ah!" the impact of the fall had woken Sherlock up with a surprise, and he stared at John with apologetic eyes. This time John was the one feeling guilt, he was actually serious. "Sherlock, it's alright. I forgive you." He couldn't stay mad after the face Sherlock made, "Wanna grab some breakfast at Speedy's?" They both shared a tender smile for a short moment before John made his way to the shower.

The two conversed at Speedy's and John finally learned about his mysterious roommate. He saw a more human side as he heard about his brothe Mycroft, his goal to be a 'consultant detective' and about how he help Mrs. Hudson with her husband's trial. He much preferred this Sherlock to the moody pillar that he had seen every day. As his gargantuous breakfast was served, he noticed the miniscule coffee which was Sherlock's 'breakfast', "Is that it?" John asked,

"Is what it?"

"That's your breakfast? Just a coffee - Sherlock do you ever eat?"

"Not when I'm working, digestion slows me down."

"Just eat something, it's not right. Here." He handed some buttered toast to Sherlock, his concern clear on his face. Sherlock blushed slightly at the attention and accepted the offer.

As the two laughed and chatted, a familiar face had popped up and stared at John, "How could you?" exclaimed Jamie, making a scene, John stared at him, dumbfounded, "You said you were straight!"

"I am!"

"Then what do you call this?" Jamied retorted whilst gesturing at the two,

"Breakfast." John replied. Sherlock chuckled slightly before interrupting,

"I'm sorry... Jamie, but this is honestly just an innocent breakfast between roommates, now please leave, you're making a scene." Sherlock gave Jamie a cold stare. Embarrased, Jamie left, leaving the café with a short interlude of awkward silence.

"Thanks Sherlock," John exhaled and the two giggled childishly.