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SH/JW

'Sherlock, are you sure you're okay?' Greg asked in a hushed tone as they sat on the sofa waiting for John to call them back into the dining room for dinner.

Sherlock wasn't sure how to answer his friend. He wasn't okay, not really. When John had knelt at his feet earlier in the afternoon, he hadn't been sure how to react. Especially since John had looked so pleased to be in the position that he was in. He doubted that it was healthy to let him continue to do that, but wasn't sure how to get him to stop so that he wouldn't do it again.

'You're not are you?' The other man sighed and placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. 'It'll be all right. It's just going to take awhile is all. Just make sure that you are clear with him what you expect. Make sure you let him know that what happened yesterday made you uncomfortable. Alright?'

He nodded. He was glad that Greg was staying a few days. Somehow it seemed that it would be better with him staying. His thoughts were in chaos and he needed time in his mind palace so that he could organize it all, but he was so shaken by yesterday, that he didn't know if he could get himself relaxed enough. 'I need to think.'

'Want me to leave you alone then?'

He looked up startled. He hadn't meant for Greg to take it that way. He needed a sounding board and since his skull was in storage along with a great many of his things from Baker Street, he needed Greg to fill in as he had been for the last six months. He couldn't go to John like he would have before. Especially since the things he needed perspective on were the man himself. 'No.' He leaned forwards and placed his elbows on his knees. Resting his chin on his clasped hands he let out a huff. 'I need to know what you have figured out about yesterday.'

Greg nodded as he mirrored Sherlock, leaning towards the younger detective. 'Not much to be honest. I don't know the details, how can I, but I do know that when you were in the loo at the station getting your hair washed, John did something, most likely of a sexual nature that caused you to go into shock. You were fairly strongly affected. If you hadn't been, you wouldn't have gone to bed early. I know enough about you Sherlock to know that you don't do that, not without good reason.'

He was right of course and somehow this didn't surprise Sherlock. Greg was actually a good detective, otherwise he never would have gotten as far with his work as he had. Turns out that he was also a better friend than Sherlock had ever expected as well.

'John was also rather pleased with himself. Almost smug I'd say.'

'He was rather was, wasn't he?'

'Seemed that way. What are you going to do about tonight? He may try something since we're somewhere private.'

Sherlock considered this. He really had no idea what John was going to do tonight. His friend was the same, but so different now. He never would have done that, before. Fortunately for his own peace of mind, John had been sleeping on the floor with the spare blanket and pillow when he woke up that morning. It couldn't have been comfortable on the former soldier's shoulder. He would have to make sure that John knew that he was to sleep in a bed tonight, preferably his own. 'I honestly don't know. Order him to stay in his own room perhaps.'

Greg nodded with his eyes downcast, a frown upon his lips. 'An order may be all he'll listen to at this point. I think,' he raised his eyes to meet Sherlock's, 'that she trained him to be a Submissive.'

'Mycroft said that she was a Dominatrix.'

'That would make sense then.' The older man pointed towards the hallway. 'I've seen what happens when a Dominant goes bad and I've seen what happens when a Submissive has broken. It's not pretty.'

'Never thought it would be.' He dropped his own eyes to the floor, unable to hold his friends gaze any longer. This was not a subject that he particularly wanted to go into, but he listened anyways. If it concerned fixing John then he would do anything, no matter how uncomfortable. 'So tell me what you know then.'

Greg sat back with a sigh. 'Okay, admittedly I don't know a lot, but I will tell you what I do know.' At Sherlock's nod he continued. 'The Dominant or Dom, is obviously the more dominant partner in a pairing. Same thing, other way for the Submissive. Now don't let that fool you. It's about release more than anything. A Sub could be anyone, even someone who outside their home is a powerful person. Same thing with a Dom. Life outside the home means nothing.'

'So it's just about sexual dominance then?'

'Sort of. A good Dom isn't just the dominant partner, they are the provider. They are the one who makes sure that their Sub is well taken care of. That nothing bad happens to them. The Sub is released from that responsibility. But again their part in return is to take care of their Dom's needs, whatever those are. They will even have set rules and punishments for breaking the rules.'

Sherlock sat back, relaxing his spine against the back of the sofa. So he would have to set rules for John then. 'Huh.'

'Like I said before, make sure you tell him what you expect, or he will do something he thinks is right, but you aren't ready for.'

Both men tensed as they heard John's footsteps in the hall. John was smiling as he came into the room, his step bouncy, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. 'Dinner?'

SH/JW

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