The Labyrinth of Fragile things

Chapter XVII- Home

Have you ever woken up to the Doctor Who theme song? Well, I now can say that I have been blessed with the fortune of waking up to the famous theme song. I grumbled as I walked to the tv and ejected the disc out of the DVD player. As I lazily walked back to the couch I almost tripped over John's feet. He has lying on the same couch, his legs stretched out onto the floor. His head rested on the left arm of the couch, his blond hair sweeping over his eyes. I watched as his chest rose and fell, a slight flush to his cheeks. He looked so peaceful, so serene, so... cute.

I scolded at myself for even thinking of the word, and sat beside him, trying to erase all thoughts of John. Admittedly that was a difficult feat as he was lying beside me. He soon awoke, oblivious to how he was on my mind all morning.

"Morning," he said as he stretched his arms and lifted his legs onto the couch, now sitting cross legged.

"Morning," I replied, my tone baritone.

There was silence for a while until John said, "Did we fall asleep during Doctor Who?" He sounded appalled at the notion.

"Third disc, to be exact. We can re watch the eleventh episode."

He nodded sleepily. The rest of the morning was spent talking of the events of the day. We planned to go to Scotland Yard, specifically visiting Lestrade and Molly. Oh, and we did talk a bit about Mycroft.

"Your brother can be such a git sometimes, even mo-"

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," the door opened to reveal Mrs Hudson carrying a tray full of breakfast foods such as croissants, and toast, etc, etc.

"Not at all, Mrs Hudson," John spoke. I would have answered differently as I quite enjoyed hearing John insult Mycroft.

As she placed the tray onto the dining table, John looked up at her with admiration. "You know, you really didn't have to."

"Oh, it's my pleasure," she waved her hand around. She was always one for hand gestures. "I'm just glad to have my boys back! And I figured you would be low on food cause this one," it was her turn to wave her finger at me. "Never buys any food."

"Are you saying that I should apologize for utilizing my time by searching for John, and instead, concerned myself with what was in the pantry?"

"He means thank you," John gave her a small smile, glaring at me afterwards. I sent a playful glare his way, leading to him raising his eyebrows as if to say do you really think that will work on me? I lowered my eyes along with my eyebrows, pouting my lips ever so lightly. I believe that is what people would call 'puppy eyes'. It seemed to have the effect I wanted as John's face softened, turning his attention back to Mrs Hudson.

And then in a matter of seconds she was gone.

"Sherlock?"

"What?"

"You've been staring at the couch since Mrs Hudson left. Are you alright?" John asked, concern edging his voice.

"Yes. Yes, just... Another revelation, is all."

"Okay... Care to share?" He asked as he started eating his breakfast.

Tell you that my revelation was that you make me do 'puppy dog eyes'? "No. You'd find it boring," I said in instead, joining him at the dining table.

He shrugged it off, sipping at his tea. "So we'll go to Scotland Yard around eleven."

"Why are you nervous?" It was clear that John was anxious at the prospect of going to the station. His voice was strained, his hands fidgeting, his need for clarification even after we discussed this earlier.