TYPE: FLUFF

JOHNS POV

I gave Sherlock one last look as he was about to head out. "Sherlock im sure it isn't THAT important! Just tell me where your going". Sherlock gave me a slightly snooty look as he straightened out his jacket. "It's part of an expirement John. And you will see soon enough". Before I could put another word in he had already descended down the stairs...

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SHERLOCKS POV

I scowled at the greasy manager. "Of course I am sure I want 'these shoes'"! I bellowed at him for the upteenth time. He flushed and nodded submisevly. "S-Sorry sir...so what color wheels do you want"? I rolled my eyes. "Black of course". He nodded again and picked out my size. "E-erm will th-these do"? I snatched them. "Yes". I left the manager stunned and confused. I placed them on the counter and impatiently waited for the next idiot to ring them up. She took them and have me a look but didn't say anything. "Alright that will be $50 for your..wheelies". She hesitated but said it nonetheless. I gave her the money and got them quickly, striding back out of the store and back to home...

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JOHNS POV

I looked Sherlock over again for anything unusual. Same clothes, same hair. Nothing was out of place. Well, excpet for his shoes. "Sherlock, you have new shoes". Sherlocks small knowing smile was evident. "Yes John. Thank you for observing". Before I could question on his odd reaction he was out of the cab, leaving me to pay. "Prick..." I grumbled and paid the cabby. As I got out I was confused to see Sherlock far away and already entering the building. 'Maybe its just because im short'.

I shrugged it off and commenced to walk forward. My confusion came back, however, when I saw Greg and Donovan almost bursting at the seams with repressed laughter. Anderson standing with them looking utterly confused. Which wasnt new.

I shrugged it off and continued to catch up with Sherlock. I finally entered the building and entered into the next room. As I entered I froze in my tracks and my mouth dropped. "So if you observe under the collar you will find..." Sherlock continued his deduction. Normal. Whilst he wheelied around the dead body. Not normal. Nobody really knew what to do, so they let him ramble on and watched in awe. He saw me and gave me a tight smile. He rolled over to me. "Ah John we're almost done here so-". "Uhm, Sherlock are you wearing wheelies"?

Sherlock raised a brow and looked back down at his shoes. "Yes John. Its for an obvious purpose". Everyone leaned in, wanting to know why the infamous detective was sporting such a ridiculous shoe. "Well it is obvious that these wheelies are a better option. I found them online the other day and the became essential. They get you places faster and are more conviniet than a cab". Looking at his conpletely serious face I lost it. I doubled over in laughter. "Sh-Sherlock..."!!

Was all I could get out before doubling over again, tears streaming. Sherlocks face went red with anger. He turned and spat something at the snickering assistants and dragged me off. It took me long before I regained control over myself. Sherlock was rolling angrily down the street. I jogged a little to catch up. "Sherlock-". "Dont". He spat and entered our flat. I sighed "Sherlo-" "NO!! I SAID NO JOHN!! YOU LAUGHED AT MY FACE INFRONT OF THE WHOLE SCOTLAND YARD"!! He bellowed and stomped to his room. Mrs. Hudson ermerged and tutted. "Oh dear, you two having a little domestic"? I groaned and went to my own room. I hoped he would get over this soon...

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JOHNS POV

I frowned as I looked at Sherlock curled up on the couch, facing the wall. I made two cuppas and tentivally walked over. "Sherl"? I used his nickname and set his cup down, resigning to my own seat. After a long period of silence I tried again. "Sherlock please. It isnt that big of a deal-". "You laughed at me in front of the whole yard". Sherlocks muffled growl interupted me. I moaned

"Sherlock it wasnt the 'whole yard'. It wasnt even HALF!! You have to understand-". "That you think im ridiculous? That im a wierdo? I understand, John". I realized this went much deeper as I recognized the hurt in his voice. I set my cup down and went over to him. I moved his head and set it in my lap. I felt him tense but I didnt care at the momment. "Im sorry" I began, running my fingers through his hair "I dont think any of those things. And im sorry that I made you feel that". After a while Sherlock gave a small nod. I took that as forgiviness and smiled, continuing my scalp massage. "You dont have to keep doing that John". Sherlock comlained, his body giving him away by leaning into my touch. I laughed. "Its fine Sherl, I dont mind..." And we sat there all afternoon, discussing when I should get my own wheelies....

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