Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

9- Donna and Sherlock

This chapter is dedicated to booksobsessed444. You're pretty much the only one reading this, I am sure, so thank you so much for your support :) You keep me going.

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-Sherlock-

After solving a ridiculously easy robbery for Lestrade, I headed back to Baker street. John made some mumblings about needing more coffee and left me to go home alone.

As I walked in the door and threw my coat on the rack, I stopped in my tracks. There was a pink blazer on the sofa, and a sweet, feminine smell wafting from the kitchen.

Putting up my guard, I crept into the kitchen and found Donna making some atrocious... things in the kitchen.

'What are you doing?' I asked.

She turned around, her loose blonde hair flowing around her, and smiled brilliantly at me, her eyes twinkling.

I could not understand why John wasn't attracted to her. For a woman, she was dazzling.

'I received word from mum that you two are terrible at cooking, and that you were having a long day.'

She turned around to continue icing her pink cupcakes. I pulled a disgusting face and left to sit in the lounge.

Rubbing my temples, I began to think about the case again. I was so frustrated, I had been up late for endless nights, prowling the database for any link between the victims, encoding and decoding their names and the messages on the wall, to no avail.

My only theory was that this was a revenge mission, this killer was destroying people who looked like his wife, his lover etc. I planned to spend another night putting his wife's description into the database and see if I could find any man who was married to a woman of her description.

Jolting me out of my thoughts, I looked up to see Donna perched in front of me. Obviously trying to be seductive, she had her low cut Tshirt and her breasts were hanging precariously as she leant towards me. She had one arm on the chair behind me, and she held a sparkly cupcake in the other.

Smiling, she held the cupcake out to me. I kept my mouth shut.

'Come on Sherlock, you'll love it.'

I shook my head and looked at her unavailing.

She lifted a leg up and say on my lap. She put one hand behind my head and wriggled around a bit.

I wanted her to get off.

So I told her.

'Can you please get off.'

She smiled at me, leaning close to my ear.

'You know you like it Sherly.'

My lip curled up in disapproval.

She held the cupcake up to me again, pressing her breasts against my chest. I leant back.

The door swung open.

John stood, his hair messy and his nose red from the cold. Our eyes met. He dropped his shopping bag. His face went red and his eyes flashed embarrassment, and hurt?

'I-I am so sorry.'

He left slamming the door. I stood up, Donna falling off me.

'Don't you ever...' I said to her before I ran out the door.

I couldn't see John, so I ran outside, calling his name.

Outside the apartment I saw John sitting forlornly on a wooden bench, angrily wiping at tears.

'John?' I asked tentatively.

He looked up at me and smiled sadly.

'I'm sorry Sherlock.'

I sat down next to him and grew anxious. Was John okay? What did he think was happening? I wish I would stop his tears.

I grabbed his chin and turned it to me. I stopped breathing. I underestimated the power of his touch. I looked into his light eyes, and forgot what I was going to say.

'Joh-john. It wasnt... she was trying... and then tried to feed me a cupcake.. it meant nothing.'

I don't know why I felt such an intense need to explain myself to him.

'Sherlock it's ok.'

I smiled at his cute little voice. Then I stopped. He wasn't upset with me, he was upset with her. He really did like her after all.

My hand dropped from his face.

'Sherlock what's wrong.'

'I misinterpreted the situation. I am sorry it appeared as if I was trying to seduce your girlfriend.'

I stood up to leave, but her grabbed the sleeve of my coat.

'Sherlock, I don't care about her like that. And I don't know why I am upset you did that either. But I am... I guess... I guess that I...'

Seeing John struggling over words to console me, my heart leapt. What was he going to say? How did he feel about me? I stopped breathing again and stared at him, he seemed cold and alone. Almost on instinct I reached out and held him to me. I rested my chin on his head and closed my eyes. My heart beat quickened as I felt him clutch my back. I shivered.

Then there was a faint ringing coming from my pocket. Frustrated I reached to turn it off, but when I saw the ID I quickly answered, pulling away from John.

'Sherlock, get down here. There's been another one. One of our own.'

I hung up on Lestrade and faced John.

The game was on.