Authors note

hey guys, Just to let you know I will try and update as often as possible, sorry for such short chapters, please leave comments and any suggestions. (remember I'm still pretty new to this.)

Sherlock is pacing back and forth, "How did I not see it... uhhh it was so obvious." John looks up from his blog "see what exactly?" Sherlock slumps down into his chair. "How had I not seen that the victim was Robert Fulgham... one of Jim Moriarty's henchmen. He had obviously killed him because he was of no more use to him, then his body was placed to where I could find it."

"Well Sherlock looks like we just need to keep a close eye on Moriarty then." Mrs.Hudson walks up stairs "Hello boys, your home early how about I make you both a nice cup of-" Sherlock jumps up and begins pacing again "oh shut up Mrs.Hudson." John looks up at Sherlock appalled "oh..umm sure Mrs.Hudson that would be great."

"ok dear" she glares at Sherlock and mutters under her breath.

John throws Sherlock a glare from over the newspaper. "You made her mad." "yes, and?" "well its rude Sherlock. that's what." Sherlock throws his arms up in the air in frustration "Should... I worry...about manners when, there IS, A, MURDER! " Sherlock then begins looking franticly in drawers and Johns coat pockets. "Jesus Sherlock..." John muttered.

"John...Where are they..." Sherlock begins walking slowly and almost threateningly towards John.

"What d-" John glares at Sherlock "no"

Sherlock is now only inches from Johns chair "John don't make me do something I don't want to have to do." putting his hands on the arms of Johns chair and leaning over John.

"no" he repeated.

Sherlock leans in very close to John and says "Fine...I will make my own..." he then jumps up and runs into the kitchen "John! you know I need my nicotine patches, to think properly!" John then jumps up and follows him into the kitchen "S-Sherlock you are not making your own nicotine patches... or drugs!" Sherlock turns around to face John "watch me." he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a needle.

"Oh God.." John tries to grab the needle away from him but Sherlock is too tall. Sherlock then reaches into the tea bag jar and pulls out a small bag filled with fine white powder. "No! ...oh Jesus Sherlock! stop you cant do this!" Sherlock begins measuring out the white powder and some clear liquid "John I need this!"

"Sherlock you don't need this!" John desperately tries to grab the needle from Sherlock but Sherlock keeps it out of reach as he waits for the powder to dissolve in the vial. " John, you refuse me my cigarettes and nicotine patches while I'm on a case! I need this!"

Sherlock shoves John out of the way just enough to insert the needle and sits down. "ahh.." Sherlock looks very realxed for a moment. John shakes his head "Oh shit Sherlock... what have you done...". Sherlock stands up "I--I oh... Shit" he than starts to stagger around the room trying to find purchase on something.

John worried, goes over and try to get him to sit down but is to late. Sherlock suddenly lurches forward and with a sickening *SMACK!* hits his head on the floor and lays still.

John runs over to his side and checks for a pulse. "Oh come on Sherlock... where is your pulse.-ahh there it is." Mrs.Hudson comes running up the stairs. " Oh you boys had better not be-- AHH! SHERLOCK!." she rushes over to Johns side " Oh John, please tell me he will be all right..."

"Yeah... Don't worry Mrs.Hudson he will be fine, just fell and hit his head pretty hard." Mrs.Hudson shakes her head "oh Sherlock you and your crazy antics.. let me go get a nice cuppa tea for when he wakes up." She then heads back down stairs.

John with some difficulties of the height difference manages to get Sherlocks arm around his shoulder, and drag/carry him to his bedroom down the hall. John then pulls Sherlock into his bed that look as though it has not been used in weeks, which it probably has not. Considering how little Sherlock actually sleeps.

John then pulls up a chair next to Sherlocks bed and sips on the tea Mrs.Hudson brought up. John realized just how peaceful Sherlock looked while sleeping. No furrowed eyebrows, no frown just peace. His perfect black curls lined his sleeping face so perfectly, and the shadows of his defined,chiseled face made him looks so--so young and happy.

John slowly drifted off to sleep in the chair next to Sherlocks bed that night thinking about absolutely nothing but the one thought that kept running through his head.
He was not gay.