Sorry. This is very short. I'll post the last chapter as well. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 6
Deja NO Vu
"John...?" Sherlock said as his eyes started to open.
"Very clever." John punched Sherlock's arm.
"Ow. What was that for?" Sherlock seemed to wake up quite quickly considering he'd just been passed out.
"Being an incompetent idiot!" John turned towards him as Sherlock started to sit up straight on the sofa. After maintaining eye contact for a few moments, both of the men laughed. Their laughs could be heard from the cafe downstairs.
"So you knew then?"
"I knew what? That you called me and then made me listen to your brother drag on about how fucked up your childhood was... No offence." Sherlock chuckled.
"I'm surprised you don't think that I might not remember any of this. Well done."
"It's pretty obvious, Sherlock." John folded his arms.
"How did you know?" Sherlock placed his fingers under his chin, intrigued with how John knew.
"You took 5 packs of 'Pass-out Sugar' with you on your way out. That's a bit suspicious. And when you mentioned Mycroft, I knew something was up!" John held his hands in the air, near to his chest.
"I knew that Mycroft was planning to tell me something and then take it all away again. How typical of him. My brother gets more and more predictable everyday. I knew he would eventually."
"How did you know that he had put it in the sugar though?" John questioned as he leant against the armchair.
"Oh my dear John. I saw him change the sugar sachets at the top of the box. He knew nobody else was in the queue for coffee, so I was going to get that sugar. On the actual sachets there were small tear marks, invisible to the normal eye. However, my eyes are super sensitive. So..."
"So you can see extra details. Well that explains a lot." John interrupted.
"Stop talking. You're putting me off."
"Sorry."
"So I simply reached into my pockets and switched the sugar sachets. It wasn't hard. My brother wasn't even looking." John smirked and let out a small chuckle.
"So, you took the 'Pass-Out Sugar' to make the whole situation more convincing?" John questioned.
"Of course. I need this information, John. I've seen the marks, I'm not an idiot." Sherlock's tone became more aggressive.
"I never said you were..." John said standing from the chair. He walked towards the kettle. "Never mind. Are you going to tell Molly?" Sherlock didn't answer. "Sherlock?" John walked into the living room. "Sherlock?" He repeated. Sherlock's coat and scarf had gone, along with Sherlock. "Tea for one then..."