Illness of a sociopath

Bees

Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to update, I would have a reason... But I'm just really really lazy. Sorry again but here it is chapter four, "bees" please like and stuff, and do comment. 😄 enjoy.

"Right that's it we are leaving" cried John

Horrified by sherlocks outburst. He could expect nothing less from the grand deducing detective, but the DI was his friend. Exposing his love life was more than a tad harsh. Even for sherlock.

Greg knew that the reveal was due, he just hoped he could tell people himself that he was dating mycroft. Sherlocks method of spreading tales where usually the harshest. He would probably start with telling any newspaper that would listen to him, and then sending a very illiterate and. colourful letter to his brother.

Greg sighed ushering sherlock out of the office after slamming case files into his hands. "Out, I will see you when you feel better."

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The cab ride home was rather uneventful, mainly consisting of sherlock sleeping and sighing occasionally and john chuckling to himself, laughing over sherlocks hissy fit.

"Home." John stated pulling the detective out if the cab.

"IT WAS THE FLORIST!" Sherlock blurted arising from his slumber

"When did we have a case with a florist? Never mind."

Sherlock dragged his body up the stairs, john supporting his back from behind. Just stopping the unlikely event of sherlock tumbling back down the stairs.

"JOHN!!!" came a muffled shout from the kitchen.

"What is it?"

"WASP!"

"And, just trap it and shove it out a window."

"It's in my hair!"

A large crash came from within the kitchen, followed by the sound of cutlery and plates falling to the flaw.

"Less washing up now." John sighed heading to the kitchen to rescue sherlock.

The detective was falling his arms trying to bat away an angry wasp, falling over again, only to unbalancing himself in a swat that threw not just sherlocks body to the ground but also the table and all the contents that where once on it.

"That could have been more successful." john stated pulling up sherlock and removing the "wasp" from his curly locks.

"It's not even a wasp!" John declared pointing with his free hand at the small fly in his grasp. "Oops..." Sherlock coughed walking towards his leather seat.

"It looked like a w.... AGHH WHAT THE!" sherlock stood up glaring at what he had just sat on. A hornet. "I was stung john!"

"Oh haha very funny, go rest."

"No really john look."

Sherlock put his leg on the leg of the fallen table. Showing john his swelling calf. John couldn't stop himself from laughing at his flat mates bad luck, but the events truly felt like a boy who cried wolf situation.

Ten minutes later, after john had Smothered some strange alcoholic smelling concoction onto sherlocks sting and then placing ice there was a ring at the door.

John ran down the stairs, hating to keep people waiting. Outside stood three youngsters.

"Hello, I'm Amy, this is Rory..."

"And I'm Brian." The chirped eager young eyes, all staring at the blogger like a pack of wolves. "Hello, Brian, Rory and Amy how can I help you?" John asked, none of the kids could be over thirteen.

"Could you sponsor us?" The red head asked, strong Scottish accent in her voice.

"Umm... yeah sure what for?"

"We. No Amy is trying to break the world recored for having the most bees in her mouth at one time. It.. it's just that we can't afforded any bees." Rory piped in.

If the children's glares hadn't been so demanding john would have laughed, but he then heard the detective come down the stairs, nosey to discover who was at the door.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked, unkind in every way possible, sherlock was practically smelling if disgust to wards the poor kids.

"They need some money for a thing, can you go get my wallet?"

"What thing. Ahh why can't I deduce?!?" sherlock yelled, eyes squinting at the children.

"Bees." John stated.

"Ok I will be right back." Sherlock yelled already half way up the steps.

The three children peered up the stairs. "Would you like to come in? You look freezing." John inquired, already ushering the children in from the London drizzle. "Yes thanks" Amy said, clearly the confident one of the bunch. "Right, just upstairs."

The children awkwardly sat down on the sofa, eyeing the skull, and experiment currently growing on johns cushion.

The three children exchanged worried looks as sherlock ran around the flat looking for money. In his hunt sherlock threw the pillow, sending it flying into the timid boy, Rory's face. "Aghh, what the hell is that stuff anyway?" Rory muttered, not ex specifying a reply.

"Well. It's a type of fungi that commonly grows in ants brains, often sending the animal completely insane. I wanted to test it on john but he said no so I his some in his pillow but he saw it and put it out here." Sherlock called from the kitchen, coughing and sneezing after each word. "Oh... thanks."

The three kids sat still as the detective ran about hunting, he had already found his wallet, but was now on a hunt for a book he owned on bee keeping. It was the that mrs Hudson emerged from the doorway. "Oh you have guests... Young guests."

"Ah Hudson, where is my book?" Sherlock declared, still sounding much like a young child.

"Why should I know, I'm not your house keeper." Mrs Hudson said, picking up a stack of books and placing them on the stand next to johns chair and a bottle of Perfume (FEELS)

"I thought you said you aren't my house keeper." sherlock and john both said, less anger in johns voice though.