1000 Ways To Say...

Chapter 7

(AN: finally, hello again! Thank you guys so much for 195 reads! Woah!)

John

We were both quite embarrassed after the 'incident'.

Well, more embarrassed because Mrs Hudson had walked in on us... Doing it. She gave us this look whenever we came down the stairs in the morning - we both knew what she meant.

Sherlock and I don't mean it that way. We didn't want that type of relationship anyway.

When I came downstairs, Sherlock was awake - as always - sitting in his chair.

"Morning?" I query, to see if he's not in his mind palace or something. He snaps out of his daze and leaps up from his chair.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

"So you're human now?" I ask, raising my eyebrows, and he smirks.

"No." He replies, putting his hands around my waist.

"Now let's hope we don't get interrupted... Again." He spins me round and looks into my eyes.

"John Watson, I don't know what I would do without you." It's almost like he knows how I'm going to answer, I almost say nothing, but continue anyway.

"I was stuck here for two years, how do you think I feel?" I say, the tone of my voice soft - I don't want to argue with him at 7:00 in the morning, mostly because the neighbours will think someone's broken into the flat... Then again... What do people think goes on in this flat?

Our reputation in Baker Street is a little... Unpredictable.

We squish onto one chair, and I begin to trace the patterns on his dressing gown.

"So," I say, breaking the silence. "are you going to tell me how you jumped off that bloody rooftop without dying?" He stiffens underneath me, and I can tell he doesn't want to talk to me about it.

"I'll have to know some day... You might as well tell me now..." I prompt.

"I had thirteen possible scenarios-"

"No. Not like that. Just tell me which one you picked and carry on!"

I can tell that he's smiling without looking at him.

"Fine. I'll tell you."

(AN: Urm this was more like a filler chapter but tell me what you think anyway! Will update soon!)