AN: So first I want to say thanks to everyone who has read/reviewed/favorited this fic. You guys are so awesome! Just amazing. Seriously - hugs for everyone!
Okay now on with the authors note - While I was sick in bed last week I figured I should at least do something productive. So I wrote this chapter. I know - it's not really productive but when you have a fever and a cough this is as productive as you can be!
Disclaimer: I'm praying to Santa to bring me the rights to Sherlock. Until he does so I own nothing.
12:04
Where are you?
JW
12:04
At home. Resting.
SH
12:05
Really?
JW
12:05
Yes. Watching crappy telly on the couch. Just like the Dr ordered.
SH
12:06
That's very interesting.
JW
12:06
It is?
SH
12:06
Yes. Because I'm home too.
JW
12:07
Why are you there!
SH
12:07
A better question is why aren't you here?
JW
12:08
I got bored lying around.
SH
12:08
You have the flu. You're supposed to lie around.
JW
12:09
But I was bored.
SH
12:09
I don't care. Where are you?
JW
12:09
Not telling.
SH
12:10
I could always send Mycroft to find you.
JW
12:10
You wouldn't dare.
SH
12:10
Try me.
JW
12:11
At St Bart's. Molly has a fresh corpse ideal for experimenting.
SH
12:11
Right. I'm coming to get you.
JW
12:12
No! I'm not finished.
SH
12:13
I just dropped home on my lunch break to check on you and find that you're at the morgue. With a flu. Not in the mood to argue.
JW
12:14
Well I am.
SH
12:14
Only a fool argues with his Dr.
JW
12:15
Or a bored genius.
SH
12:16
I don't care what the hell you are. I'm bringing you home and putting you to bed.
JW
12:16
No arguments there.
SH
12:17
To sleep Sherlock.
JW
12:17
So you're just going to abandon me to boredom then?
SH
12:18
Yes.
JW
12:18
I thought you loved me.
SH
12:18
I do and you know it.
JW
12:19
I hate it when I'm sick.
SH
12:19
Me too.
JW
12:20
Yes I'm sure after a day spent caring for the ill and invalid the last thing you want is to come home and care for another one.
SH
12:20
Glad you understand.
JW
12:21
Didn't realize I was such a burden to you John.
SH
12:21
Come on Sherlock. Don't be like that.
JW
12:22
Like what?
SH
12:22
All petulant and wounded.
JW
12:23
Oh I'm sorry. Is it burdening you?
SH
12:23
I didn't mean it like that.
JW
12:26
Sherlock?
JW
12:30
Oh come on! I'm sorry
JW
12:33
Answer me!
JW
12:35
I love taking care of you.
JW
12:35
Really?
SH
12:36
Really.
JW
12:37
Then why do you hate it when I'm sick?
SH
12:37
Because I can't really be near you. Can't hug you. Can't kiss you.
JW
12:38
Oh.
SH
12:38
Yeah.
JW
12:38
Well you could.
SH
12:39
Then we'd both be sick.
JW
12:39
Exactly. Misery loves company.
SH
12:40
Tempting as that sounds I can't.
JW
12:40
Says who?
SH
12:40
Says my patients at the clinic.
JW
12:41
Prats.
SH
12:41
Sherlock!
JW
12:41
What?
SH
12:42
Don't call my patients prats.
JW
12:42
Why not?
SH
12:42
Because they aren't.
JW
12:43
They take you away from me though.
SH
12:43
When did you get so possessive?
JW
12:43
I've always been possessive.
SH
12:44
Really?
JW
12:44
Yes. My doctor. My blogger.
SH
12:44
Oh. Right. Never noticed that before.
JW
12:45
Does it bother you?
SH
12:45
No. I think it's adorable.
JW
12:45
Adorable?
SH
12:45
Yeah.
JW
12:46
I'm not sure if I should be pleased or offended.
SH
12:46
It was meant as a compliment.
JW
12:47
Oh. Pleased then.
SH
12:48
Bless you.
JW
12:48
How did you know I sneezed?
SH
12:48
Turn around.
JW
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KP