this was Doritos_and_smosh idea it did not turn out how i wanted it to, but it's okay

"john, come here." sherlock called from the kitchen.

john knew not to say anything, so he got up from his chair and went into the kitchen. "what," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"put your pointer finger on the little meteal ball." sherlock said.

john did as he said and sherlock put his finger on the same thing across the table. he did something the john felt a little shock go throw his finger. he took his finger off and gently rubbed the tip. "what was that supposed to do?" he asked.

"didn't work." sherlock admitted sadly, looking down at his notes. he sat down and started writing more. john went back to his chair, picking up the newspaper, sitting down, and finding his spot.

later in the day john started to get a migraine. he took some medicine, got a bag of ice, and went up to his room to lay down for a bit, but it never went away. it just got worse. he went back downstairs and saw sherlock pigging out on the leftovers in the fridge.

"what?" sherlock asked with a mouthful of food, "i'm hungry." he closed the fridge and walked off to his room. john went into the bathroom and looked for something to help him sleep, the migraine was killing him. he found some and retreated back up to his room, taking the medicine, and going to bed.

in the morning, his migraine was still there and he had the sudden urge for a cigeratte. he got out of bed and walked downstairs, seeing sherlock at the stove, making breakfast.

"oh, good, you're awake." sherlock said, turning to john. "remember yesterday when i shocked you?"

john nodded.

"good, because now your body is in mine and mine is in yours." sherlock went back to cooking. "how do you eat this much?"

"woah- wait, explain." john said. "how the hell did this happen. it couldn't have happened over a little shock."

"i don't know how it happened." sherlock said. "but i do know how to do an open heart surgery."

john sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "how does an electromagent shock do this."

"stop asking me questions." sherlock said. "you have to figure this out, and i'm not helping."

"can't we just reverse it?"

"i just told you to stop asking questions. your mind is just an empty space filled with useless shite, and i destroyed it so," john turned to sherlock. "how can you live with such a tiny brain?"

"do you always have urges for cigerattes and herion?" john asked.

sherlock frowned and turned back to the stove, turning it off.

"speaking of, i can finally find your hiding spots."

"no!" sherlock shouted, running over to john and grabbing him by his arms. "don't john, please." sherlock begged.

"you're using. i can't even get mad by that." john sighed and rubbed his face. "i will find your stash." he pointed up at sherlock. "and then i will try to fix this," he stepped out of sherlock's hold and ran to his room, locking the door.

sherlock chased after him, getting the door slammed in his face, then kicking it. he stormed off to the kitchen and ate his breakfast.

john came out an hour later tossing a full carton of cigarettes and a case onto the table. "give me a few hours  of peace and i can handle this damn situation you got us in to."

sherlock nodded and went into the living room, sitting in john's chair and grabbing the news paper. it was a surprise that john was actually was figuring out how to fix the problem. it was silent until john made a sound like he was about to throw up.

"sherlock?" he asked calmly.

"yes?" sherlock asked, turning to him.

"why are there images of me, naked, going through your head?" john asked.

sherlock froze, blushing madly. "err, well.." he got up and ran up to john's room.

john sighed and tried to get the images out of his head and get back to work. they finally left his head after a few minutes; that's why sherlock disappeared a few minutes each day. he was surprised that what ever sherlock did turned out so well, because he even wrote like him. and to be honest, his hand writing was awful, always impossible to read, but know he could. he finally set up what sherlock destroyed after two hours, but waited a bit longer because after the images, john was pretty sure sherlock found his old military photos and got off.

"i fixed it, sherlock." john said, knocking on the bedroom door.

sherlock came out and went downstairs, ignoring john and placing is finger on the little metal ball. john did the same, this time sherlock felt the little shock.

"in the morning, we should be back to normal." john said.

mrs. hudson came upsatirs with greg. "i have a case for you two."

"fuck!" sherlock shouted.

the three of them looked at him with confusion. greg looked at john and john just shrugged.

"let's get this stupid thing over with." sherlock said, grabbing his coat and walking out the door.

"i'll just," john said awkwardly, grabbing his coat and following after sherlock.

the case was a double homicide that sherlock couldn't deduce. everyone just stared at him, wondering what was wrong with him. after thirty minutes, anderson said something to him, he punched him and continued to go after him until greg tackled him and put him in cuffs. sherlock had to sit in a police car and wait for john to finish with the case. when john came out, everyone was congratulating him while sherlock watched sadly. he snatched the cuff keys off of greg once he saw sherlock in the car, then went to him.

"anderson isn't pressing charges." john said, freeing him.

"guess that's good. you have a really bad temper, you know that?"

john scoffed, "tell me about it. you have so many things going through your head i've had a migraine since last night."

"speaking of migraines, i'm gettng one."

"good, it's working," john smiled to himself. they started walking away from the crime scene. it was silent for a while, until john started complaing that he was hungry.

"god will you ever stop?" sherlock asked, annoyed.

"but i'm hungry!" he whined.

"we're in public, john." sherlock grabbed him by his wrist. "people are staring." he whispered harshly as a couple walked past him.

john shook his head.

"for christ sake," sherlock sighed, walking to the edge of the side walk to hail a cab.

after they had lunch, they went back to the flat. two hours had past and nothing changed, except john was acting more like sherlock and sherlock was acting more like john.

"why is everything so tedious?" john asked, lighting a cigarette over the burner and taking a drag of it.

"no, no, no!" sherlock shouted, getting up and taking the cigarette. he put it in the sink and turned the tap on.

"god you're so boring," john groaned, stomping over to the sofa and flinging himself onto it.

"why isn't this working?" sherlock asked.

"shut up and let me think." john snapped. he sat up quickly and looked at sherlock. "what did i take last night?"

"errr, some of the sleeping pills in the bathroom cupboard, why?"

"that's it!" john shouted, jumping up and running into the bathroom. he came out with the bottle. "how many did i take?"

"two."

john quickly opened the bottle and put two in sherlock's hand and then two in his, downing them, then going to the couch. "if this doesn't work, then we're screwed." john told sherlock before he passed out.

"shit," sherlock sighed.