The detective and his doctor

By accident

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John?-SH

Yes, Sherlock?-JW

Can I borrow your scarf? The one you are using now.-SH

My scarf? Why? Sherlock, I'm sitting right beside you. You can just talk to me.-JW

But you did text back, am I correct? Now, I need that scarf you are wearing.-SH

What for?-JW

An experiment.-SH

Sorry, an experiment? You can use your scarf.-JW

No, I need /your/ scarf. Can I have it?-SH

Fine, but this is my favorite scarf, Sherlock. Don't ruin it please.-JW

Yes, now hand it over.-SH

Thank you.-SH

Why are you wearing my scarf Sherlock?-JW

You gave it to me.-SH

Yes, for an /experiment/.-JW

You passed, now I have your scarf. That was the experiment.-SH

Sherlock, that's not an experiment.-JW

It is now.-SH

Can I have it back?-JW

No.-SH

Why?-JW

I haven't started the /exciting/ portion of the experiment.-SH

And what would that be?-JW

It's a secret, John.-SH

A secret?-JW

Yes, John. That's what I said.-SH

Okay, tell me when you are done. I'll be in the next room.-JW

I know.-SH

Bye.-JW

~~~~~~~~~Talking~~~~~~~~~
"Jesus, Sherlock! What is that smell?!" John rushes through the door to look at Sherlock.

"The experiment, John. The experiment." Sherlock sat across from him, staring into a small fire. "These dancing flames are quite lovely, no?"

"Bloody hell! Sherlock, you don't start fires in buildings!" John's back was turned to Sherlock, swiping at the low flame.

"And why not?" Sherlock asked, looking up at him. John, looking down at Sherlock, reddens slightly. Feeling the blush creeping into his cheeks, he looks away, smacking his face with his hands. Sherlock, noticing this, as he notices everything, smiles.

"It's wrong." John mumbles through the force on his cheeks. "Now help me put out the fire you started."

Sherlock, still smiling, gets up from his chair and stands beside his friend. "It was an accident."