Hello everybody! Sorry for the late update it's been manic here! Exams, coursework and my laptop keyboard doesn't work anymore, typing on a on-screen keyboard is the worst.

Anyway, here is chapter 12. Sorry it's only a short one.

Beated by the marvelous sethrox9730 :)

Moving in with Sherlock was strange to say the least. Severed fingers and animal parts constantly turned up in the kitchen, often in hidden places that John didn't know existed until a horrid smell appeared in the area. With the latest experiment carefully thrown in the bin and the surrounding area bleached to an inch of it's life, John began to prepare dinner for Sherlock and him.

Sherlock hadn't eaten for days; a demanding case taking his attention. John insisted that Sherlock eat something, whenever Sherlock refused the threat of no sex loomed over the flat. That was enough to persuade Sherlock into eating. The smell of frying meat lured Sherlock into the kitchen as he observed John cooking his meal silently. Soundlessly Sherlock crept up behind John in order to place his arms around his lover. John leaned into the touch while continuing to cook. Sherlock lightly kissed John's neck, trying to distract the older man.

"Sherlock, do you mind?" joked John as he poured water into a pan.

"Bored, John. Entertain me," replied Sherlock, continuing his assault on John's neck.

"I'm trying to cook here," answered John.

Sherlock tightened himself further around John's body. John couldn't dislodge him, the detective was far too similar to an overgrown clingy toddler. But still managed to make John smile at his actions.

Dinner was soon served despite Sherlock hanging onto John as he moved around the kitchen. John dumped Sherlock onto his chair at the table. John took the seat opposite. Both men started to eat in a comfortable silence, the television the only background sound.

"Um Sherlock, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.." uttered John pushing the remainder of food around on his plate.

"Elaborate further John, something is obviously bothering you," Sherlock observed John closely, watching for changing in his body language.

"Well I was think about taking the job down the local doctors surgery," responded John.

Sherlock dropped his fork, letting it hit the plate in surprise. Why would John want a job? Sherlock had no problem with the rent. Surely John didn't want to get away from Sherlock, did he?

"No. Utterly unnecessary," replied Sherlock in his monotone voice that suggest there would be no further discussion on the matter.

"Totally necessary. The extra money wouldn't do any harm seeing as you are insistent on destroying the flat, and also I wouldn't mind earning my own money so I'm not totally reliant on you," retorted John as he tried to keep his voice calm.

Sherlock's mind flew into overreaction as he tried to think of as many reasons why John couldn't get a job, he was clutching at straws here; an employed John really did make sense but Sherlock was too selfish to share him.

"Earning your own money would make it is easier for you to leave me!" snapped Sherlock

"You are being totally ridiculous right now."

"What are you going to put on your CV? When they ask what you have been doing since you got back from the army, are you going to tell them you have been sucking dick for money?!" remarked Sherlock as a knee-jerk reaction.

The room went silent.

Fuck. He hadn't meant to say that last part only think it. John physically recoiled, Sherlock has never seen him look so hurt by Sherlock's words. Of course Sherlock had called him an idiot before but he had made up for by confessing that John was his conductor of light. Sherlock didn't know how he was going to get out of this one.

"Fuck you," whimpered John.

Sherlock was frozen as he watched John retreat from the room, grab his coat and walk out the door. This was Sherlock's worst nightmare: John walking out on him.

He needed to fix this now.