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John was wandering around London aimlessly, he expected a sleek black car to pull up at any moment and kidnap him at Mycroft's orders; but nothing of the sort happened. He came to stop in a park; sitting down on a worn bench he rested his leg as he rubbed his shoulder. His thoughts soon swirled back to Sherlock. Should he have really walked out? Or should he have stayed and had a full blown argument that might have turned nasty? More importantly, did he want to go back tonight, if not ever?
At that point in time he just didn't know. Come to think of it, apart from Sherlock, John didn't have anyone else. His bank balance wouldn't cover even a cheap hotel room. He will just have to go home and face the music. As he sat there in a lucid state a man further down the pathway called his name, it wasn't enough to snap him out of his daydream. The man shuffled toward the bench.
"John?"
John came back round to reality to face the calling man.
"Hello John. You do remember me, right?" asked the man raking his eyes over John's form.
Mike Stamford, former client. Likes having sex in the dark.
Finally his brain caught up with his mouth.
"Yes, yes of course Mike. How have you been?" rambled John, slightly stuttering, still shocked at the fact someone he had slept with for money was talking to him in public as if it was a normal occurrence.
"Not too bad still teaching, bright young things. God I hate them." Mike paused for a moment, looked awkwardly from side to side then continued, "I tried to book another 'appointment' with you, but it seems your phone isn't in service anymore"
John inwardly sighed, did Mike really have to emphasize the word 'appointment', as if this wasn't weird enough.
"Yeah about that, I'm out the game now. Settled down in-fact. Well I say settled down, we've had a row and now I'm sat here," John explained casually.
Mike nodded at John's careful response. Then an idea popped into Mike's head.
"Why don't you stay the night around mine? Just until to sort yourself out, it won't be any bother"
John processed Mike's suggestion for a moment. It was a nice offer, definitely a lot cheaper than a hotel room. But there was that feeling of guilt deep inside John. If he took Mike up on his offer he could be fueling the fire between him and Sherlock, but then again Sherlock should be the one saying sorry, not him.
"Yeah, I'd like that thanks"
With that John was walking with Stamford back to his apartment.
Mike's sofa wasn't the most comfortable place, but it would do for the night. Mike had all ready settled down for the night leaving John to sleep. However sleep wasn't claiming him as fast as he would like. He reached into his trouser pocket, searching for his phone. After turning it on, the device lit up the room. Soon a flurry of texts and missed calls from the day appeared on his phone. Each one of them from Sherlock. There must of been about 30 texts and the same amount of missed calls jamming his voice message application. John laid there and read them all.
Each tone of text was different. In some texts Sherlock was pleading for John to come back, in others it sounded if Sherlock was the one who had a right to be angry. The last text was different to the others.
'John there is a hole in the cooker and some unidentifiable liquid seeping from the cupboard. It would be wise if you could come home straight away and save the flat from destruction'
As soon as John realized he was smiling at his phone, he pulled his grin into a frown. Screw Sherlock, he was going prolong going back just to make Sherlock feel bad.
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