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It’s been a few days now since Sherlock got out of hospital after the Culverton Smith debacle.
Since John had kicked the living shit out of him.
Rosie’s with Mrs H downstairs and John’s lingering at the door to 221B, guilt burrowing into his soul. He can’t even bring himself—
—to knock to the flat he once called home. It feels like a million years ago now.
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Right. Because this family’s never put me in danger before.
Oh, right. Well, maybe you ought to take a holiday, Mycroft. Can’t run the country if you give yourself a heart attack.
Thanks, I’ve been practicing.
Ah, must have been the coffee machine then. Seriously though, what sort of ‘field work’ is the British government doing that he can’t palm off to someone else?
“Shooting—“ there was that Watson anger burning on his face as he stomped over and held his hand out. “You were shooting the ceiling— my floor, you absolute maniac! While i was in my room! Give me the gun!”
And what a pretty fucking sight it was, to have the great detective blushing like a school child. John’s smile is bright with delight.
“Mmh, a little bit. Tinge of the ginge.” Eyes darting playfully to Sherlock’s crotch and then back up to his face as he moves closer. —
—Brows furrowing as he hears the noise again. It’s oddly familiar, something he used to hear everyday…
For a moment he just stares, trying to work it out and then John reaches a hand up, tugging the collar of Sherlock’s shirt down. The dog tags flash in the light.
“You —
The doctor wasn’t blessed with skills of deduction, not to that level so his grey eyes follow Sherlock, narrowed with curiosity, crossword forgotten for a moment.
“Now now, Sherlock, that’s no way to refer to yourself. You’re more than just a treat to me.”
Snickering—
There was something off about Sherlock this morning - maybe it was the fact that he’d been spectacularly dicked down the night before, or maybe he’d slipped something into his own tea…
John eyes him suspiciously.
“You’re in a good mood…”
He’s got the newspaper out, pen in hand as he scans the crossword….
Pen pausing on the paper.
“Sherlock?”