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John looked up at the house on front of him. He had just returned from a meeting with one of his old friends. It had been years since he saw him so he had taken his time to catch up with him.

It was already dark outside. The moon was shining brightly and many stars had already appeared in the sky. John lifter his head up and looked at the window of their apartment. The curtains were closed, he couldn't see anything inside.

John let out a big sigh. Many thoughts entered his mind. Sherlock wasn't answering his phone and John hadn't seen him all day. Sherlock was the type of guy that would always keep an eye on his phone, incase something urgent was going on. It wasn't like him. John was worried.

John slowly opened the door and went up the stairs to their apartment. He knocked on the door. There was a long silence. No answer. John sighed and knocked a little harder. There was still no answer.

"Oh, I'll let you in dear." The cheery voice of Mrs Hudson appeared behind him. She stepped closer to the door and opened it for him. John shot her a thankful smile and entered the apartment.

"Sherlock?" John curiously set foot in the living room. He carefully looked arround. It was empty, there was nobody there. John scratched his head in confusion.

"Can you please be quite." An annoyed voice came from behind him. Sherlock immediately turned arround.

He saw sherlock working in the kitchen. He was busy investigating something. He had his entire labset set up. He almost didn't wear any protection. Just his gloves, like he always handled things.

Sherlock stood up from his chair. In his hand he was holding.. a piece of chocolate? John had never in all these months seen Sherlock eating chocolate. What on earth was he doing?

"Sherlock?" John asked again. Sherlock turned around and looked at him in annoyance.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, while putting down the piece of chocolate in his hand.

"Well you haven't been answering your phone and I haven't seen you all day." John paused for a moment. "What exactly are you doing?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. All day he was able to focus, because everybody had left him alone. Now, John came to disturb it all.

"I'm broading my mind, you should try it some time." Sherlock picked up the piece or chocolate again. He carefully bend down and put the chocolate in a solution he had just made. John approached him to take a closer look, but Sherlock quickly straightened his back and stopped him.

"Please stay back." he spoke clearly. "This is nothing for you. You don't know what I'm doing and you're being a disturbance of my work. Get back. " John let his eyes drift across all the different chemicals and lab equipment which he moved into their apartment. Where did he keep al of this and how did he come up with all these experiments? John had no idea.

"What exactly are you doing?" Sherlock turned to him, while frowning. It all seemed so obvious to him. He really couldn't understand how John couldn't see it. The answer was right in front of him. The chocolate, the way everything was set up, the chemicals he had brought.

"I came across a bar of chocolate in the shop around the corner." he started. "It got my attention. There are many theories that suggest that there are certain endorphins in chocolate that can trigger a feeling of love. I was just simply testing this theory by trying target this specific endorphin and try to get it either isolated or more noticable in this piece of chocolate." John's jaw dropped a little by hearing some of the fancy words he used. John just stared at him.

"Why does everything you touch turn into an investigation or experiment?" Sherlock turned back, obviously not willing to answer such stupid question, to his chocolate and grabbed a pair of tweezers. He bend forward and slowly grabbed the piece of chocolate out of the cup.

"I'm simply trying to entertain myself seeing we don't have any cases right now." Sherlock looked closely at the piece of chocolate with a disapproving look on his face. He put the piece back in the cup and started twirling it around so the chocolate was completely covered. After the chocolate was covered, he held it up to show it to John.

"This solution is supposed to enhance the working of that endorphin. It isnt toxic so I could test my theory. I carefully selected the right ingredients after doing a full research on the possible endorphins that can cause this so called 'feeling of love'." Sherlock put the cup down and reached for a tiny plate at the end of the table.

"It should be about done now." He grabbed the piece of chocolate again and put it on the plate. John shook his head.

"Please stop turning our kitchen into your private lab," John complained, while walking towards the living room. Sherlock shot John a confused look from behind his glasses.

"Doesnt happen that often," he mumbled, while putting aside some of his lab equipment. The experiment was done, all he had to do was clean up.
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You opened the door to the appartement. You hadn't heard from Sherlock in days. A few days wasn't unusual. Sometimes he needed some time alone with his thoughts so he could really focus on the case he was working on. However, Sherlock wasn't working on a case and you still hadn't heard anything from him in days.

You tried to stay in contact with Sherlock as much as you could. You met him while he was working a case. He came to ask for information, but you stuck with him ever since.

You softly knocked on the door before opening it. Sherlock and John both looked up in surprise. Both of them were standing in the spotless kitchen. It looked cleaner than usual.

You smile brightly before walking towards them. You stood next to John and curiously bend over the tabel. A piece of chocolate was placed in front of the two men.

"I didn't know you enjoyed chocolate, you grinned. Sherlock let out a small sigh.

"I don't enjoy it," he spoke.

"Is that why you just keep staring at it instead of eating it?" you asked, while picking up the piece of chocolate. Sherlock eyes widened.

"Didn't John teach you not to play with your food?" you continued, laughing.

"You're not supposed to eat it," John spoke. His hand went for the piece of chocolate, but you quickly pulled away. You shook you head disapprovingly.

"This piece is mine." you smirked playfully while putting the peach of chocolate in your mouth. "There is plenty left in the cabinet." Sherlock didn't hesitate one moment. He jumped towards you and grabbed your head.

"Are you insane?!" he screamed, while shaking your head. You started pulling his hands, hoping he would release you.

"Spit it out, Y/N." John said while looking at your confused face. With a swing of your head, you released yourself from Sherlock firm grip.

"Stop being so crazy!" you screamed while rubbing the places he held so firmly. Your cheeks were glowing red and you were in pain. You frowned your eyebrows in anger while punching Sherlock's arm. "What is all this fuss about?"

"Sherlock experimented with the chocolate!" John nervously hopped from one leg to the other. You frowned while staring blandly at John.

"Experimented?"

"Do you feel any different?" Sherlock asked. His eyes carefully went over your body, checking if anything changed. You shook your head while stepping away from them.

"It must need some time to work." Sherlock ran back into the kitchen and pulled his cleaned lab equipment uit of the cabinets. You watched him in awe as he set everything up. "We have to find an antidote."

"A-antidote?" you stuttered in fear. "Is it that dangerous?" Sherlock and John both held their mouths shut and started working on a new experiment.

You silently walked towards the living room. Suddenly, everything arround you seemed to be spinning. Your sight became blurry and you felt a bit nauseated. Quickly you sat down on the couch. You clutched the fabric with and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Y/N?" you could hear the fading voice of Sherlock. Your heart began to beat faster and your body temperature raised. Your eyes shot wide open when you felt a strong hand on your shoulder.

"Snap out of it!" Sherlock demanding voice pulled you back to reality. He stared into your eyes, frowning.

'I-I am ok," you squeeked as you stared back at him. You could feel your cheeks glowing. There was something about the look in his eyes. Something you had never noticed. They seemed to shine brighter than they had ever done before.

Sherlock released you and ran back into the kitchen. Your eyes went across his body. You suddenly seemed to notice all his perfections. He was tall, way taller than you, and so handsome. Why hadn't you noticed before?
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John stressfully ran arround the kitchen. He couldn't believe what just happened. You had always been a bit foolish. Clumsy as he would call it, but he couldn't believe you wouldn't listen to him.

"John.." your soft voice sounded from the living room. John looked up and ran over to you. He saw you sitting by the window, looking outside with an amazed look on your face.

"What is it?" John frowned. Slowly you tapped next to you on the couch, making John sit down next to you. He stared out of the window, but saw nothing special.

"What is it?" John asked asked again.

"Aren't they amazing," you breathed as you turned your head towards him. John leaned backwards a bit, putting one feet further away from the couch. He didn't trust the look in your eyes.

"Who?" he asked in distrust.

"The stars of course!" you squeeked in excitement as your lunged forward, sitting even closer to the window. "They all shine so brightly. Individually they're so beautiful, but together they're breathtaking." John blinked in confusion. He had never seen you being like this. Normally you didn't pay much attention to the small things arround you. What had gotten into you?

"Don't they remind you of something even more beautiful?"

"What do you mean..?" you layed your finger in your lips and came closer to John, making John back up a little.

"Sherlock's beautiful bright eyes," you giggled softly, while catching a glimpse of Sherlock. John frowned deeply. Never had he ever expected that you would talk this way about Sherlock. You were close friends to him, but you had told him from the start that you could never catch feelings for this man.

"Sherlock.." John spoke loudly as he turned towards the kitchen. "I think your love potion is working now.." Sherlock growled in anger.

"Can your two please shut up!" he screamed while slamming his hands on the table. John's eyes widened.

"I'm trying to work here. I can't even hear myself think!"

"but Sher-"

"Please stop talking unless you have something useful to say." Sherlock turned his back towards John and continued his experiment. There was an awkward silence that seemed to last for hours, until it was interrupted. John could hear you giggle softly.

"He is so sexy when he bosses us arround." you had a playful look in your eyes as you licked your upper lip. John quickly turned away his head. He felt as if he was going to throw up. He could not believe anyone would ever find him "sexy"

Sherlock pretended he didn't hear you, while moving on with his work. John got up and wanted to walk back to the kitchen, when you grabbed his shirt and got up. John looked behind him in surprised as he pulled his shirt out of your hand.

"I think it's better if you just sit down," he spoke. "Maybe have a cup off tea and just relax while we work on something." John tried to push you back, but you didn't move. It was as if you were glued stuck to the floor. Your whole body made sure you weren't pushed back. All you did was sign dramatically.

"How can I relax when my heart is racing and craving for love?" you said, while walking towards Sherlock. John could see Sherlocks's eyes move to you as he stepped to the side.

"John," he spoke calmly. "Keep her away from me." John sighed. How was he supposed to keep you away from a man you can't resist. The look in your eyes was crazy. He had never seen it before.

After a few seconds, he lunged forward and tried to grab your sweater. Unfortunately, you jumped forwards and wrapped your hands arround Sherlocks' neck. Sherlocks eyes widened in shock as he tried to push you away. John laughed softly. He enjoyed watching the desperate look that Sherlock suddenly had on his face, as you tried to get closer to him. As if he had never been embraced by a woman before.

"John!" Sherlock screamed in distress as he tried to avoid the kisses you were trying to plant on his cheek. "Don't just stand there laughing. Get her off me, now!" John smirked. He quickly walked into the kitchen, grabbed your waist and pulled you away from Sherlock. You let out an angry growl, sending shivers down John's spine. It sounded terrifying.

"Let me go!" you screamed as you tried to get free from his ferm grip. But John wasn't planning on letting you go. He tightened his grip as he stepped back even more. You started throwing your arms arround as you tried to move closer to the one thing you wanted: Sherlock.

After a while, John started sweating. It kept getting harder and harder to hold you. You were kicking and screaming at him, trying desperately to get out.

"Sherlock, please hurry," he grunted as he pulled you closer once again. You swang your arm backwards, hitting John in the face with your elbow. He screamed in shock. His grip got loosened as his hands went to his hurtful face.

"I got it!" Sherlock screamed, while holding up yet another piece of chocolate. It was soaked in some sort of substance, that was dripping down on the table.

John rubbed his hurtful face as he looked up. The spot where you hit him was getting warm and the pain was intense

"I can't believe she just hit me," he spoke, while rubbing his eye.

"We don't have time for your self pity," Sherlock spoke while walking up to you. You looked at him with big, sparkling eyes as he pulled you closer to him.
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Your heart was beating heavily as you stared deeply into Sherlocks eyes. You had never noticed how bright they were. Suddenly everything was different. Everything was perfect. The way his hair fell perfectly, without him even trying. The way he dressed, so stylish!

"Open your mouth, love," Sherlock spoke, while holding up a piece of chocolate. Shivers went down your spine as you were enchanted by his beautiful voice.

Slowly you opened your mouth, not breaking eye contact for a second. Sherlock slowly put the piece of chocolate in your mouth, which you gladly accepted. You ate all of it, while pulling yourself even closer to him. His soft breathing made you shiver. You slowly leaned closer. Was this the moment you had been waiting for?

Suddenly, the magical moment was broken. He let you go and took a few steps back. You frowned in confusion, not being able to comprehend the situation.

"It'll work soon, get her to her room," Sherlock spoke, as he left the kitchen.

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