A/N: Hope this is working well for all you out there… Remember this is not beta'd so I apologize for any muck ups of British slang and such. I am, unfortunately, American. Anyways if you disregard the title and the AN, this is actually 221B! Enjoy.
You Never Forget Your First…
John had woken up in a fine mood; his nightmares had been replaced with undisturbed sleep and sometimes there were quiet sounds of a violin… Going into the kitchen he was intent on having a nice big breakfast, celebrating a full week in his new flat, living with the bloody gorgeous genius Sherlock Holmes. John smiled as he searched the cupboard-unknowingly disturbing a jar of eyeballs- for their mugs. The younger man would be up soon enough.
The detective had proven to never bore the doctor, and vice versa. Sherlock was… enigmatic; unlikable yet charming. He hated being bored, he found most things dull but apparently, John was the exception. Sherlock hadn't said it out loud but John didn't need the words. True, he wasn't as brilliantly deductive as Sherlock but the blogger could just tell… they fit together.
John put the kettle on and started walking towards the refrigerator. He decided if this was a celebration, he may as well enjoy himself and cook some actual food.
Now, being a Doctor, he was a certainly not new to this sort of thing. But as John unsuspectingly opened the steel door, he saw it and let out a creative string of curses…
You never forget your first decapitated head.
John wondered fleetingly where Sherlock had hid the rest of the body...