The Game is On

Winter's Cold pt. 1

"Wow."

John and Sherlock lay in bed, one on each side. Sherlock had his hands placed on his chest, eyes closed.

But he wasn't asleep.

How did John know that?

The corners of his mouth tipped upward when John spoke.

"That was..." John raised his eyebrows, trying not to laugh again, "Whoosh."

"Psychopathic?" Sherlock smiled.

At that, the pair laughed.

Sherlock's phone buzzed.

A text from Lestrade.

"What's it say?" John leaned over to look.

"IF YOU AREN'T BUSY, I'M WAITING DOWNSTAIRS."

"Get your clothes, John. Pick up mine while you're at it."

"And you can't do that why?" John sat up.

"Texting." Sherlock tapped a quick text to Lestrade.

"COMING. -SH"

John huffed and grabbed the jumper he threw on the floor. Or rather, his partner threw on the floor.

Quickly, as he sifted through the many articles of clothing laying around, he threw Sherlock's on the bed and he put his own back on.

Rubbing his eyes, he started to the door.

Sherlock, noticing John yawning, asked: "Sleep well?"

"Oh, ha ha."

Sherlock threw the phone at John, "This is yours by the way. Not exactly sure where mine went."

"Great," John pocketed the phone.

Once ready, they exited the room and sped down the stairs.

"Ah, they're up."

Lestrade stood up, and Mrs. Hudson popped a look at them from around the corner to the kitchen.

"What are you guys doing here?" John asked.

Lestrade took a couple steps forward, "Came to see you guys after the ordeals. Mrs. Hudson fixed me a cuppa while we waited for you two."

"Why didn't you just wake us?"

Although Sherlock had a point, the two were silently happy he didn't.

"Well, Mrs. Hudson said you didn't get much sleep last night."

"How'd she know?" John had to ask.

"Just a hunch."

Sherlock gave John a dumb look, and they laughed.

Again.

"Well, you seem unusually happy despite the circumstances."

John sat down, "Well, breathing in a nerve agent maybe it wasn't the best, and he got shot--"

"John, shut up."

"Okay."

"But yes, we are in a particularly good mood today it seems."

"Then I guess getting shot and going into a two-week-long coma wasn't all that bad?"

"No, not now that I think about it."

"I've dealt with worse."

"Unless..." Lestrade gave them a mocking look, "Something happened to make up for it."