Lost Inferno {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 2}

Chapter 15- This Was Not Happening

John's Pov-

I once again took more time off work, I was going to be there for Sherlock because he needed someone. The day after I gave him the stern talk about reality everything just seemed to click inside his head and he was back in the real world.

He snapped back into being his old self again like an elastic band which had been stretched to it's limit but then came bouncing back into shape. This meant that he was back to mainly being a clever, rude, know it all but I didn't mind because he was back.

The following morning I awoke to quite loud, clumsy, crashing sounds coming from the kitchen. I rolled out of bed, shoved my dressing gown and slippers on and went to investigate. 

There, in the kitchen was one of the strangest sights I'd ever seen and certainly and unexpected one. Sherlock was making breakfast. He would hardly ever eat any breakfast, let alone actually make it! What was he doing?

He spun around when he heard me walk into the kitchen.

"Ah John, I see you're awake." He stated.

"Yeah well I wasn't getting much rest with all the racket you've been causing fumbling around here." I yawned.

"Yes, sorry about that." He replied as he dished up a couple of fried breakfasts onto the kitchen table.

"What's this?" I asked him, generally shocked that he made the effort to not only make himself something to eat but me as well.

"Full English." He informed me as he sat down.

"Yes I can see that Sherlock, I mean how come you've made breakfast?" I questioned him as I took my seat opposite him.

"It's to thank you, for being there for me and setting me straight when I went slightly off the tangent yesterday." He smiled.

"Little bit more than slightly." I laughed and we both tucked into our meal.

"Yes well, that's all over now because I'm back and I'm going to get this mess all sorted out and ended once and for all." He informed me.

"So, what about Moriarty then?" I brought up.

"Hm, he hasn't been in contact for a while so I'm guessing he's leaving this situation all to ferment for a while. Although this isn't particularly his style at all, I mean he abducted Maddy, put her in a fire which then he figured would get her placed into alternative care, which it did, but why? What was all this for? He's admittedly being quite unpredictable so we've got to watch out." He told me.

"Yeah it is a bit different for him compared to what he's done in the past, like the serial killing cabbie, the bombs and Irene." I agreed.

We both finished off our breakfasts quickly and I began to clear up, seems as he cooked it, it only seemed fair that I met him half way and tidied up, although he had made quite a mess.

As I cleared up, Sherlock went off to his room for a while. 

When I'd eventually finished tidying the kitchen, which he had basically destroyed, I made a coffee and slumped down on the sofa with a huff. It had exhausted me!

Not long later Sherlock strolled confidently into the living room, he wore his smart black suit with his purple shirt underneath.

"Ah, I see you're all smart then." I remarked.

"This is the way I always dress." He replied as he grabbed his coat and scarf and began to put them on.

"I see you're wearing that purple shirt then." I smirked.