Days turned into weeks as the boys continued with everyday life. John still went to work at the mundane doctors surgery while Sherlock experimented on various pieces of John's belongings. It had seemed that their enemy Moriarty had all but forgotten about them. For once John felt that the didn't need to constantly look over his shoulder for the mean time. But both Sherlock and John knew that soon he would come back and one of them wouldn't survive.
Stepping into the flat John was met by Sherlock jumping into his arms,kissing his face. The weight of the other man had pushed John backwards onto the sofa.
"What's all this for?" chuckled John trying to twist Sherlock around to take control.
"I've missed you, John" moaned Sherlock thrusting into John's lap.
John deepened the kiss. Pushing his fingers through Sherlock's hair. Sherlock ran over hands over John's body feeling his slight muscles through his clothing acquired from running around London chasing criminals. A beep from kitchen made Sherlock jump from John and run into the kitchen. John followed him. The kitchen was covered in pots and pans each with different food substances burned to the bottom. The bin was over following with various packs of rubbish. The general smell of the area was a mixture of spices and burnt food. Sherlock rushed towards the oven, pulling on oversized gloves he pulled the tray from the heat to place onto the stove. Stream rose to fill the kitchen, diluting the smell further.
"What's all this?" questioned John.
"I tried to make you dinner because it's been a hard day at work for you. But I may of miscalculated how difficult it was going to be" answered Sherlock poking the unidentifiable contents of the tray. John smiled at the scene in front of him. He stepped forward to wrap his arms around Sherlock and bury his face into Sherlock's neck placing small kisses there.
"Thank you Sherlock. But seriously what the hell is going on? You wouldn't make dinner just because you missed me. So what is it? What part of the flat did you burn? What possessions do I have to replace?" challenged John determined to get the truth.
"I thought making dinner would soften the blow" muttered Sherlock.
John let go of Sherlock to turn him to look at him.
"Blow of what?" John asked becoming worried.
"Moriarty" breathed Sherlock. John stiffen at the sound of his name. John's eyes scanned Sherlock checking for signs of distress and even injury.
"Tell me everything" demanded John holding tightly onto Sherlock's upper arms.
"He contacted me after you left for work. He want to meet me. Alone" spoke Sherlock numbly.
John was shaking his head before Sherlock had even finished his sentence. There was no way John was going to let Sherlock meet that madman. Not in a million years.
"No" bellowed John, making Sherlock shrink back at John's sudden anger. Sherlock didn't even attempt to argue, there was no budging an irritable John Watson. He threw his hands up in defeat. Unknown to John, Sherlock had all ready planned to see the psychopath for himself.
Here is a quick small update for you lot. I really have no idea what I'm doing with this story. I've run out of ideas. If there are any mistakes I'm sorry! Any comments, reviews are welcome :)
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