A/N: This one is set after the scene in the bathroom with Kitty in The Reichenbach Fall (which is actually a very interesting scene from a Sherlolly POV when you think about it). Hope you like it :) Thanks for all the reviews x
"You typed up our last case yesterday," Sherlock commented, glancing over at John from where he was lounging on the couch. "What are you typing if you're not updating your blog?" he demanded.
"Just answering some emails," John replied, absently.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "You don't get emails."
"I get fan-mail from my blog," John retorted, a little offended by his comment, "or rather, you get fan-mail," he amended.
Sherlock made a sound between a huff and a derisive snort as he resumed staring at the ceiling.
"There are two types of fans," he observed after a moment, "Type A: catch me before I kill again and Type B: my bedroom's only a taxi ride away."
"Bring on Type B," John muttered under his breath.
"I thought you said they were my fans."
"Jealous?"
Sherlock scoffed, "Hardly."
"Molly sometimes writes comments," John remarked, watching Sherlock out of the corner of his eye.
"Molly isn't a fan-girl," Sherlock said flatly.
"Not by your standards," John conceded, "but still-"
"All of my 'fans' have one thing in common," Sherlock interrupted, "they are all trying to manipulate me in one way or another. Molly has never tried to manipulate me," he paused, "Molly is trustworthy," he added, although John got the impression he was talking to someone else.
"Is that why you do it then?" John asked after a moment.
"Do what?"
"Edit my blog."
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Not this again," he muttered darkly, "I've already told you," he began in an irritated tone, "Molly-"
"-is very distracting," John finished, ignoring Sherlock's scowl, "I know. But why can't you just admit that you do it because you care about what she thinks?"
Sherlock frowned, "Caring is not an advantage."
It was John's turn to roll his eyes, "Not everything has to be an advantage," John retorted, missing the brief note of hesitation in Sherlock's voice and turning his attention back to his laptop. "You'd just better hope that one day Molly doesn't decide she agrees with you and leaves," he added absently with a touch of exasperation.
Sherlock's frown deepened and he turned his back on John with an audible huff; "Molly would never leave me," he grumbled into the cushions.