Oh mah goodness, I went on wattpad to see 20+ notifications all from this story and so I write another chapter fueled from my serotonin
SH: 221B, come at once. Urgent matters to be discussed. -SH
??: Is this a dinner invitation? (Finally)
??:Took you long enough to respond >:(
SH: No you know that isn't an option. -SH
??: Boo-hoo
SH: The matter discusses John, I took things into my own hands but he isn't reacting well with my plan. -SH
??: Well then, maybe you should ask him to have dinner ;)
??: Hello??
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Sherlock turned his burner phone off, shaking his head in embarrassment. He couldn't quite understand why he confided in someone about his problems, but at least it wasn't Mycroft. Mycroft wouldn't drop this topic if Sherlock were to talk to him.
Ahhh~
Sherlock cringed internally, he'd completely forgotten that the burner phone still had that horrid notification.
What seemed like mere seconds, John was covering over Sherlock as he sat at the stool in the kitchen.
"Is that who I think it is? It's been quite a while since I heard that ringtone."
Sherlock huffed and said, "Thought that maybe the conflict between the woman and my brother has ended, so I thought maybe she should pay a visit." with a slight pause, "after all I did save her life, she pretty much owes me"
Sherlock and John had come to an agreement shortly after Irene Adler's supposed exile that they were both lying, so they confided. That was the last time they'd talked about her.
"Well it's been so bloody awkward in this house, maybe it would do you some good to get off your high horse and finally talk to someone."
Sherlock picked up on a slight hint of a strain in his voice. Perhaps his plan was going to work. Not like they didn't in the past but still, John isn't just some homicide case or a murderer, no matter how complex they may be John will always be a weak spot for Sherlock. He honestly didn't know whether or not he should be scared by that fact and he hated being confused.
Sherlock checked his phone after John had exited the room to see the long awaited message:
??: Fine I'll be there tomorrow, smh just bang already
Sherlock could hear Johns door close shut from upstairs, he later retired to his room an hour or two later. 221B fell silent once more.
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