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Sherlock

John was having a rough day. Sherlock woke him up after John had had a late night. Then there was a case that came up before he could have his coffee, and Sherlock dragged him out of the house to go to another murder case. It lasted all day long, with Sherlock saying a lot of stuff and running around. By the time the case was solved, it was dark. And down-pouring and on the other side of the city. Sherlock was happy, and he jumped in a taxi, knowing that John would catch up, because he always does. So John started walking back, because all of the cabs were occupied. It took him quite the walk before he found a taxi and rode the rest of the way back.


Needless to say, John was not in a very good mood, and when he arrived at 221b Bakers St., Sherlock was sitting on the couch, drinking his tea. Then, he started talking. And talking. And talking. And John really only caught half of it, and he was not in the mood to listen anymore. "Sherlock." He said, trying to get his attention. Sherlock kept talking. John tried again, louder. Sherlock kept talking. "SHERLOCK!" John finally yelled, slamming his hands on the table. Sherlock looked at him. "Yes, John?" Sherlock smiled. But that just infuriated John even more. "You think that you are just so smart! The great Sherlock Holmes! Well, you know what I wish? I wish that you could stop being such a freak and actually be normal for once!" John said. Then he realized just what he had said. "Sher-" but he was interrupted be Sherlock standing up, his back straight and his hands clasped behind his back, his face a neutral mask, hiding the pain. "You were the only one who never called me that." Was all that he said. Then he turned around and walked to his lab and locked the door.

John was regretting everything that he had said, but also knew that it might not be the best idea to discuss it right now.

The next morning, Sherlock came back, and he seemed better. John made coffee for the both of them, and they were both better, their friendship somehow restored over a quiet cup of coffee.

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