A little thing called love

Chapter 1

It all started with one of Sherlock's experiments.

John sat at his chair, reading the news paper from that morning, sipping a cuppa. He heard clanks and mutters ever so often in the kitchen from Sherlock. He was getting a curious on what Sherlock was up to now that it was suddenly quiet. He decided to check it out. He stood up and slowly made his way into the kitchen. He was surprised to see all the test tubes and other instruments had disappeared along with Sherlock. He raised his eyebrows at this. He heard someone walk in, he turned, excepting Sherlock, but only to see Mrs. Hudson.

" Hello love." She said with a smile on her lips.

John couldn't help but return the smile." Hello Mrs. Hudson, have you seen where Sherlock ran off to?"

Confusion sets on her older features." Don't you know?" She asked," Sherlock rented the open place next to you. He says he's planning on experimenting and keeping all the body parts and everything there."

John feels very shocked at first but then a warm, fuzzy feeling sets in his stomach. He always felt this way when Sherlock did something seemingly nice or romantic. He nodded, smile on his face." Thank you."

Mrs. Hudson smiles back." Sure love. I just wanted to say I'll be out with my friends for a bit but I shall be back later. Anything you need from the store?"

John things for a moment." Well..." He thinks for a minute before writing a few things down." Thank you."

"Only this once dear," She warns as she took the note paper," I'm not your housekeeper." She said as she walks out.

John lets out a chuckle before cleaning up the kitchen a bit more, wiping off the counters and stove. He yawns a little and checks the time. It's about 9 now. He wonders where Sherlock have been. He stretched and jumps when a deep voice broke through the silence.

" John, get dressed. We are going out."

John looks over to find Sherlock in his 'going out' tight purple shirt with some black pants. His black curly hair as perfect as ever. Their eyes meet and John's face settles in confusion." Where are we going?"

"Out, John, you know how much I hate repeating myself."

John sighs slightly." Alright. Alright."

John hurries to his room, dressing in a nice white shirt and some jeans, and throwing on some black shoes. He hurries back into the door to find Sherlock on the couch, sitting at least. His hands were clasped together, the tips resting on his lips.

"Sherlock......"

"Shhhherrrrlooocccckkkkk...." John said as he comes closer.

John sighs before lightly touching Sherlock's face. He found out that it was an automatic snap out of his mind palace.

-flash back-

John was sitting in his chair while Sherlock was laying in his. He yawns a little and looks over at his flat-mat. He noticed a piece of lint of his pale cheek. It bothered John to no extent. He stood slowly and cautiously. He learns forward and gently wipes the lint off and jumps when Sherlock's eyes shot open. John flew back in surprise, landing in his chair. Sherlock who looks just as surprised and confused." John.... What did you just do...?" He spoke slowly and cautiously as he stared into pale blue eyes.

John blushed as he stared back into the electric blue eyes." I-um... There was some lint on your cheek.." John stuttered out, embarrassed.

Sherlock put his hands back into their normal, thinking position." Interesting.." He mumbles softly, sinking back into his chair.

-end of flash back-

Sherlock's eyes opened slowly and he looks John up and down. John raised an eyebrow at him.

"Ready?"

John rolls his eyes at him but couldn't help but chuckle." Yes Sherlock, let's go. Um. Where are we going anyway?" John asked as he hurried to catch Sherlock, who threw on his coat and scarf. He threw on his jacket, chasing after Sherlock out of 221B Baker St.

"Drinking"

-Left you with a bit of a cliff hanger! *evil laugh* but let me know what you think!-