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A Small Problem 8

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It didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward, it felt, well, normal. It was almost relaxing in itself. I watched John sleep, taking in every detail, his breathing, his face, his movements. During the night we both had shifted and John had ended up lying almost completely on top of me, his head resting on my chest and his hand holding on to my shirt. After last night's game Mycroft and Greg had retired early to John's room so John and I had both decided that we would share my bed, even though I did at first offer to take the sofa.

He looked so peaceful and somewhat vulnerable as he slept, though that might just be down to his size. It was like I was seeing my friend in a new light. In this moment he wasn't the good doctor and brave soldier that I was used to, no, here he was this beautiful person who I had the great fortune to live with, to watch and observe, and to call my friend. Nothing else mattered in this moment. It was all John.

I lifted my hand and hovered it over John's head, wondering if it was the appropriate thing to do in such a situation. I decided that it was and gingerly placed my hand onto the golden hair and absentmindedly started to run my fingers through it. Then I felt John stir as he regained consciousness, the hand that was attached to my shirt travelling up to his mouth to cover up a yawn that escaped his lips. I removed my hand as he lifted his head and blinked his eyes open. As he realised where he was, John's eyes widened for a moment.

"Morning" John looked up at me, blush creeping over his features.

"Sorry I- I didn't mean to- I'll just-" John stammered as he tried to move off of me. I placed a hand gently on his back to reassure him that he needn't leave.

"It's fine. I don't mind" I said smiling down at him. John's blush deepened as he lay back down, his arms now folded on my chest with his head resting on them, gazing into space.

"So, umm…where's Mycroft?" asked John, obviously trying to manoeuvre around our current situation.

"Upstairs…"

"Hmm"

"…with Greg" I said, cringing at the mental image I had involuntary conjured up.

"Oh" said John, making eye contact with me once again. He must have caught my expression for he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, just the thought of them doing…" I trailed off.

"Sherlock!" John scolded, slapping my arm (not hard, but with enough force to tell me that he was annoyed with me).

"What?" I said, mimicking John's yell.

"They're under age" he said, lowering his voice marginally.

"That doesn't mean they can't--"

"Sherlock!" John cut off, thankfully not hitting me again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he rested his head back on his still folded arms. "Sorry for hitting you" he said quietly after a moment.

"Sorry for not shutting up" That made him smile, but it was only half hearted. "Is anything bothering you?"

"Hmm? No, it's nothing really."

"On the contrary, there's always something. Tell me" John had taken an interest in the corner of the sheets that covered us, deciding whether or not to tell me what was so obviously troubling him. "Please" I added. He looked up at me then.

"Well" he started, still fiddling with the sheets, "I've just been thinking about how lucky those two are that they've found someone, you know?"

"You have me"

"Not in the same way." John then pushed himself gently off me and sat cross-legged beside me. "Also, I was thinking about what you said last night, that you have never kissed anyone and I," he paused for a moment to find the right words and continued with "I kind of felt sorry for you. To know that you have never loved or been loved by anyone. I've felt true love and to know that you have never experienced it makes me feel selfish."

"Selfish?" I asked, sitting up properly and facing John who seemed to ignore my interruption and carried on talking.

"I know that you can feel and I know that you have emotions Sherlock. I just haven't been there to help you find that one person that can make you feel love."

"What do you mean?"

"If you want help finding a girlfriend I know some people. They may not be your type but--"

"Wait, what?" John went quiet and looked at his hands that were pulling at his sleeves. "Why would you want to find me a girlfriend?"

"I'm your friend"

"John you're much more than that" I heard John gasp lightly as I leaned in closer to him so that I was an inch away from his face. He didn't move away, he just looked into my eyes, his own faintly wider. He then closed the distance between us, eyes closed, then, slowly, mine also fluttered shut.

I will always remember my first kiss. It was a slow, sweet kiss that only involved our lips moving in sync with each other's. John's hands had rested themselves on my shoulders pulling me in closer while my hands had made their way to cup John's face and to rest lightly on his hip.

After what felt like hours we finally pulled apart, John's unique and wonderful taste still lingering on my lips. I slowly open my eyes to find John smiling up at me. I smile back and press our foreheads together, our noses touching.

"Just out of curiosity," I asked, breaking the comfortable silence that we had fallen into, "if I told you that I harboured strong emotions towards you, what would you say?"

John's smile grew and he tilted his head back so our lips connected for a brief second before he replied, "I love you too you beautiful idiot"

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When John and I finally made it through into the living room we found Mycroft laying on the couch with Greg laying on top of him, both of them locked in a passionate display of affection. John slinked silently into the kitchen and I loudly cleared my throat, which made Greg end their kiss and try to pull away from Mycroft. Mycroft held him close and whispered something about him being cute when flustered and kissed him once more before he and Greg sat up and turned to face me. By now I had made my way to my armchair, drumming my fingers on the armrest in impatience.

"If you love birds are quite finished"

"We were not actually but since you rudely interrupted it seems like we are" Greg blushed noticeably at that and averted his gaze to the carpet.

"It's a good thing I did or else who knows how physical you two might of gotten" Greg's face was almost completely red by now and he made an excuse that he had to go to the bathroom but Mycroft held onto his hand to make him stay and whispered something about making it up to him later. I should really neglect my hearing when they are in the room.

"I do apologise brother, I know how you're incapable of emotion and by extension incapable of understanding public displays of affection."

Just then John walked into the living room holding two cups of tea. "Here you go Sherlock," he said handing me over one of the mugs and sitting on the arm of my chair, "sorry, I didn't make more," he continued, addressing the couple on the sofa, "it's just, you were, umm, preoccupied"  

"John?" I asked, after taking a long sip of my tea.

"Mmhmm?" He turned to face me and as he did I leaned up and pecked him softly on his lips. "What was that for?" he asked after receiving slightly shocked expressions from Greg and Mycroft.

I took another long sip before answering, "Thanks for the tea" I returned his smile and I turned to my brother raising one of my eyebrows in a 'shows-what-you-know' manner.

"So you two are…" asked Greg, breaking the small silence.

"Yeah, pretty much" answered John, hiding his smile with another sip of his tea.

"I believe congratulations are in order" said Mycroft, smiling marginally. I inclined my head to say thank you for I would never say it to his face, especially when there were witnesses.

"Well, I don't know about you lot but I'm starving," said John, rising from the arm of my chair. " Does anyone want anything?"

"Can you make pancakes?"

"Pancakes? Why?" John asked, giving me a quizzical expression.

"Mother always made them for us on special occasions" I answered

"Is this a special occasion?"

"It's as special as any" John smiled at me and turned towards the kitchen.

"I'll help you if you like." added Greg getting up from the couch and making his way to John who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"We'll all help you John," said Mycroft rising from the couch, "just point us in the right direction and we'll do as you instruct"

After we all washed our hands as John told us to, he told Greg to get the eggs, Mycroft to find the flour and for me to go downstairs to Mrs Hudson to get some milk as we had none, again.

When I re-entered the kitchen John was waist deep in a cupboard under the sink looking for a non-contaminated frying pan, Greg was trying to fish out the shells from the eggs he had cracked into a bowl and Mycroft was preparing to pour some flour into said bowl. I set the milk down on the table and went around it to see if john needed my help.

"Hay! Watch it!" I turned to find Greg's shirt now had a white cloud of flour hovering around it.

"Sorry! It was an accident!" I could see Greg start to grin as he took a pinch of flour and flicked it into Mycroft's face. John had stopped his fruitless search and was now standing beside me watching as Mycroft tried to clear the flour from his eyes.

"Oh you are going to pay dearly for that!" said Mycroft, trying to sound threatening but his grin gave him away. He picked up a generous handful of the powder and flung it straight at Greg, but he was too quick and ducked out of the way just in time, unfortunately making John get the full blast of the assault. John's quick reflexes also meant that his hands flew to cover his face when Mycroft threw the flour and when he took them from his face it looked as if he was wearing white army camouflage.

I couldn't help but laugh and I saw a flicker of mischief dance through his eyes as he made his way towards the bag of flour. "You find this funny do you?" John was now smiling and trying to suppress a laugh as he chased me around the table with his handful of ammo. I dived under the table just as he threw it at me and it consequently hit Mycroft and Greg simultaneously. I saw from my shelter, John's hands fly to his mouth and his eyes widen as he realised who he had unintentionally struck.

I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me out from under the table. It was Mycroft, with a handful of flour. Which he unceremoniously dropped on top of my head. "Right! That's it!" It all escalated from there. We all were at four different sides of the table with a mound of flour in the centre of us, being thrown this way and that. Then the eggs were added to the mix, getting plastered to the sides of our faces and stuck in our hair.

When we eventually called a truce we saw the extent of the damage. The floor looked as if it had been snowing all day, with damp patches of egg splattered all the way up the walls and the cupboards. Some of the living room carpet was white from when our shots had arced wide and we all looked like the living dead.

"Mrs Hudson is going to kill us." said John, taking in the bombsite that was our kitchen. Laughing, he leaned into the cupboards and slid down so that he was sat on the floor. I went around the table and sat beside him on the floor, watching as the legs of Mycroft and Greg got closer to each other and their laughing stopped. I turned to John who was still smiling.

"That was fun." I said, running a hand through my snowy hair.

"Better than pancakes?" John asked, trying to remove the egg that had mixed with the flour in his hair that made it stand up on end.

"Much better." I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss then ruffled his hair to spread the egg mixture everywhere.

"Hay!" he said, batting my hand away playfully. "I still don't know how we are going to clean this up."

"No need to" we both looked up to see that Mycroft, with his arm around Greg's waist, had spoken. "I have my connections so I can easily get some people here to sort things out. Also, while they are here, I suggest that you all come and stay with me in the meantime."

Wait a second, this doesn't add up. "Isn't your house being renovated?"

"Yes it is, I didn't say I was staying at my house"

"But mother--"

"Mother's away for a short holiday in the countryside. Nurses orders, she says she needs some time for R&R."

"Are you doing this just to impress your boyfriend?"

"He doesn't need to impress me!" defended Greg "I love him already." Mycroft looked taken aback by Greg's outburst and Greg himself looked as if he didn't know how the words had formed and came out of his mouth.

"You do?" Mycroft asked him, barely whispering.

"Of course I do" Greg replied bashfully. Mycroft captured Greg lips and, after a long moment, pulled away and smiled down at him.

"So," said John, capturing our attention "where are we going to stay?"

I glanced back to my brother who nodded his head in confirmation. I gave out a sigh and answered, "The Holmes' family mansion."
Their just HAD to be a food fight 'cause I am just THAT cheesy! =D

:dummy: YAY!! John and Sherlock are together at last!! Took them long enough and for that I apologise.

Next time, our favorite four-some are in the Homles mansion, what devious activities will take place? Tune in next time to find out! :XD:

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RetardedJackSparrow's avatar
Adprable and cute! I love how the pairing worked out! although as my good friend moriarty pointed out, i see them as cherub little chibi's too! haha guess that's best! a few underage boys making out in a house! haha what would Mrs. Hudson say? XD
well done! this series is brilliant! :D