sherlock was laying on the floor, in his mind palace when the text alert for john went off. he grinned and pulled himself out of his palace, reaching over and grabbing his phone.

I'm about to leave. Hope you're waiting for me. xxx

sherlock smiled at the text. it's been two months since him and john slept together. they kept in touch, of course they did. they didn't know what they had together, but it was great.

Stopping by my flat? Mrs. Hudson really wants to meet you.

Of course. Maybe I'll treat her to some dinner.

And I can treat you to dessert;)

Sherlock Holmes once again you have made me get a hard on in a public place. Proud of yourself?

Very. You better be hard when you get here.

What'll you do if I'm not?

I'll take matters into my own hands.

How?

I'm afraid I can't tell you. Wouldn't want you getting blue balls in a public place, now would we?

I think it's best if we stop texting.

I'll see you at five?

Five.

sherlock smiled to himself and set his phone back down, closing his eyes and going back into his mind palace. he stopped working on the case and went to the room filled with john.

it was five thirty and john here yet. sherlock sat in his chair, watching the door.

at six, sherlock texted john.

Where are you?

no response. of course he wasn't going to respond. their conversations were getting shorter and shorter, but this one was the longest on they've had in a while. maybe he finally decided that sherlock just wasn't going to work out. sherlock laughed to himself and turned off his phone, throwing it, then pulling his knees up to chest and hugging himself. stupid, stupid, stupid! sherlock buried his face in his knees and held in the tears. he let his guard down. he let his guard down for john and it was a stupid mistake.

"sherlock?" mrs hudson asked softly. "everything alright? i thought john was supposed to be here."

sherlock looked up at mrs hudson. "john's done with me." he said and rose from his chair, ignored the woman at his door and going to his bedroom, locking the door behind him and laying down on his bed. he stared up at the ceiling and thought. what if john found a different boy to fuck? what if mary was actually good and he wanted to stay with her? what if there was nothing between them and john lied to him? what if mary caught john cheating and is keeping a close eye on him now? what if.

in the morning, sherlock still decided to got to john's seminar. he got dressed and left his flat. just because he was mad at john, didn't mean he wasn't going to waste a great opportunity to learn something new. he walked to the hospital, smoking three cigarettes on his way, staying out side to finish off the third one. while he was outside, he noticed the black cadillac that john always rode in. same plate number so it must be him. sherlock watched as the doctor got out, helping a woman with short blonde hair out.

as john got out, he noticed the boy against the wall smoking a cigarette. he focused on him more and saw the cheek bones and head of curls, it was sherlock. he turned back around and helped mary out.

"this is where you teach?" she asked, starting at the hospital with a disgusted look. "piece of shit if you ask me." she said and grabbed her purse from the car.

john rolled his eyes and closed the car door, then started walking for the doors, keeping an eye on sherlock, gaining eye contact with him.

sherlock watched john open the door closest to him, holding it open for mary. he caught the scent of john and just wanted to grab him and pull him in for a kiss, but held the urge in and took another drag of his cigarette

"i'm not waiting, john." mary said, clearly annoyed.

sherlock noticed john tense up then walk into the hospital, letting the door close behind him. sherlock sighed and tossed the cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out with his foot. as he walked in, he saw john and mary standing in the corridor, fighting.

"i'm not giving you any money." john said to his wife.

"well, i'm not staying here and i need something to do, so give me your card." she said and held her hand out.

"want money?" john asked harshly, stepping closer to her. "get a fucking job." he sighed and started walking again.

sherlock sped up a bit and was soon walking next to john.

"stay after, please." he whispered, begging.

"of course." sherlock said then john was gone.

john walked to the closest on-call room and took a minute to himself. sherlock was probably pissed at him and he didn't want him to be. if mary wasn't here, john would've woken up with a face full of curls like last time, he would've stayed in bed this time and wait for sherlock to wake up, then would've just laid with him until it was time to get up, but he couldn't. he woke up with his neck hurting because he slept on the sofa, not wanting to sleep with mary, then mary came into the kitchen and started yelling at him for not making breakfast and being a shit husband and john was happy when he was about to leave because he was going to see sherlock and he would be away from mary for the whole day. but she decided to come along at the last minute, and that put john in an awful mood. not to mention, mary broke his phone. she smashed it. and now she has his new one in custody.

"who's 'sherlock'?" mary asked, showing john his phone.

"sherlock is from the last seminar." john said and reached for his phone. "helped me with my study."

mary pulled her hand back. "then why did he text you, 'i miss the way you feel'?" she asked, raising a brow.

"none of your fucking business." john said and ripped his phone out of mary's hand. "it's not like you don't have men texting you. i pay the phone bill, i have access to everything." he said. "i've seen the texts you send to other men."

"oh yeah?" mary asked and took john's phone from him, throwing it at the wall.

"what the hell?" john yelled, looking at the broken phone on the floor.

"i'm coming on the trip with you. and i made an appointment for a marriage councilor." she said then walked away.

after that john got a new phone, but mary stared checking it, so john had to be secretive because he didn't want her breaking another phone. when they were at the train station, mary went to the bathroom and john was able to text sherlock with out her looking over his shoulder. when she came back, john ended the conversation and blocked sherlock's number, deleting the conversation, but he lied to sherlock and he felt incredibly bad. john sat down on one of the beds in the on-call room and quickly wrote a note to sherlock, explaining everything. he took a quick moment to himself before walking to the lecture hall. he smiled when he spotted sherlock in the back, but frowned when he saw mary standing by the door.

"hope you're all ready to take notes." he said as he wrote something on the chalkboard.

after john finished, people cleared out. sherlock knew mary was at the door, but she left at some point, so sherlock got up and pushed past everyone, going down the steps and going to john's desk. "what's going on?" he asked softly.

john started packing up his things, sliding the note to sherlock. "mary's up there watching us." he gritted through his teeth.

sherlock nodded. "thank you for your advice, doctor watson, i hope to hear more about your study next seminar." he said louder.

john looked up at sherlock and smiled, "no problem, and i hope to see you at my next seminar." he said and grabbed his brief case, leaving.

sherlock turned around and watched mary try to grab john's hand, but john didn't let her and walked away from her. once they were gone, sherlock unfolded the paper and read it.

I'm sorry I haven't been in touch as much as before, Mary found out about you and then she threw my phone at the wall. I got a new one, but she checks it now and I just want you to know that the lawyer can't do anything about the marriage statement, but I've gotten help from him and he's been helping me write a new one and all I have to do is get Mary to sign it. She doesn't want me to leave, so she's made and appointment with a marriage councilor, but nothing will change. I promise. On other hands, I've been thinking about you...

the letter got more graphic after that and sherlock had to go home with a hard on, getting off once he got home. he was relived to know that john wasn't done with him and after that letter he clearly wasn't done him.

john sat on the opposite side of the sofa, staring at the woman sitting in the arm chair across from him, mary on the other end of the sofa. they've been sitting there, in silence, since they got here. which was half an hour ago. john kept checking his watch, praying for the time to go by faster. then mary said; "john's having in affair."

the woman looked at mary then at john. "is this true, john?" she asked in that boring tone that all councilors use.

john nodded. "yes."

"how does that make you feel?" she asked john again.

"when i go have have sex with someone other than my wife?" john asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. the woman nodded. "feels fucking fantastic," he grinned.

"take this serious, john!" mary yelled at him slightly.

"i am!" john said and looked at the woman he called his wife. "what'd'you want me to say? that i feel awful and that i've made a mistake because i have broken a vow? do you want me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?" john turned to the councilor. "we haven't had sex since i got my first paycheck from my book. which was six years ago. now i was loyal and didn't have sex with any one until i found out that this whore over here was fucking every man in our neighbor hood. which was four years ago. and if it wasn't for the stupid fucking marriage agreement i would've left her ass years ago." john said and stood up, putting his coat on. "now excuse me, i have to go fuck my mistress. which is a twenty-six year old boy, did i mention that?" he asked and watched for their reactions. both their jaws hit the floor and john laughed. "i want your shit out of the pent house." he said to mary then left.

he walked out of the building then started walking to 221b baker street. as he walked, it started to rain. it was already cold out so, being wet in the cold wasn't helping anything. he stopped at a cafe and looked for his phone to call the driver, but then he remember mary had taken his phone, so he went out to the street and waved down a cab. when he got there, he knocked on the door and a few seconds later, mrs hudson answered.

"hi, is sherlock in?" he asked the old woman.

"oh you must be john!" she smiled. "come in, come in." she said and moved out of the way so john could come in.

john thanked her and stepped in, taking off his coat. "you must be mrs hudson then?"

she nodded. "i'm sherlock's landlady. he just left, would you like a cuppa, warm up a bit?" she asked.

john nodded. "that's be lovely, thank you."

she smiled and walked to her flat, john following behind her. she gestured at the small table for john to sit down, and he did. he sat down and talked with mrs hudson while she made him tea, setting a tray of biscuits in front of him. john ate a few as he talked with her. he learned that sherlock is like a son to her (made sure her husband got prosecuted in flordia) then learned about her bum hip, and then they got onto the topic about sherlock and mrs hudson had load of stories to tell john about him. it was an hour and a half before they heard the front door close and sherlock's step bounding up the stair case, then the door to his flat slammed shut.

"you best go up there." mrs hudson said to john. "he's in one of his moods. probably another one about you."

john sighed and stood from his chair. "thank you for the tea and buscuits, they were delicous," he smiled at the old woman.

"any time dear," she smiled back. "now go on!"

"right." john said and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, heading out of mrs hudson's flat and up to sherlock's.