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I went over to the scotch bar that was set out, poured myself a glass, and went back over to their kitchen. It was only now that I had realized that I really hadn't had anything to eat since I arrived here. Putting my glass down on the counter I opened the fridge to see what food they had.
I decided to make an omelette, they had all the ingredients. When I opened the bottom drawer of the fridge I was greeted with a bag of dismembered toes. Honestly I'm not surprised in the slightest. Sherlock seems to be that type of person. Past them were some bell peppers. I decided against putting them in the omelettes because of just how close they were to the toes.
I made two, one for me and one for Sherlock when he woke up. When I finished them I found some plates, forks, and a mug for tea. I cleaned everything and plated the food. I also made some nice breakfast tea for Sherlock, the British like tea right? Or am I just being stereotypical? Whatever. I put two sugars and a little bit of cream inside the mug and brought all the food to Sherlock's room. It was a whole lot cleaner from earlier when he was throwing clothes everywhere. I placed the two plates and the mug down.
Quickly I ran over to my flat to grab my laptop and some earbuds, and to change into my PJ's. On the way back up I refilled my glass of scotch and went back into his room to look over him. I feel like a mother looking after her sick child. But then again a mother doesn't play tetris and watch Netflix while doing so. Soon I finished my glass of scotch and my omelette and started to feel sleepy. It wasn't even that late. But sure enough my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and the world was getting darker and darker. And finally I let sleep consume me.

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I woke up with a start as Sherlock fell out of bed calling John's name.
"Sherlock! John is out right now. He's on a date. He put me in charge of you." I answered groggily rubbing my eyes.
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know. John texted me to take care of you so I did. I don't really know the technicalities. Oh but I think that Lestrade guy took a video of you."
"Well where is she? Where did she go?"
"Who? Irene? I've been in here the whole time there's no possible way she was in her--... no wait. Your coat wasn't in here before. Why is it on the door now? I didn't hear anyone else come in, though I was asleep." He got up and went to go towards his jacket. "Oh no no no no... Sherlock you're gonna fall like if you keep going like that!" And he fell.
"Aghhhh... but you're right how did my jacket get there?"
"Fucking hell Sherlock. You're too heavy to lift." I did my best to pick him up and pull him to his bed. I covered him with the sheets and told him to rest. Suddenly his pocket in his jacket brightened up and a large orgasmic sigh came from his phone. He tried to get up to check him phone but I told him that I would get it for him.

Till the next time, Mr. Holmes

"Why is your text-tone a girl having an orgasm?"
"She did it! I don't want to go to sleep. I must find her again."
"Here bud, have some food and tea. It doesn't have any caffeine in it so it won't affect your sleeping pattern. You need food and rest." I handed him the plate and the mug that I had set aside for him, they were both still warm and edible. Thankfully.
After he finished his food I tucked him back into his covers (really playing the part of the mother, that seemed to usually be John's job) and noticed something. He had a kiss mark of lipstick on the left of his mouth. I wiped off for him and fluffed his hair as I returned to my chair to play some more games. And again, I fell asleep.
That night all I could think (dream) about was him... I couldn't really get him off my mind... odd.

~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~

I woke up inside someone's bed with sheets covering me. I looked over to see the rest of the bed was empty but noticed that I was not in my room. I was in Sherlocks bed. Fucking hell. I jumped out of bed shocked, and then realized that he had tucked me in to sleep for the second night in a row. I'm such a pain.
I grabbed all of the dished and glasses from the previous night, my laptop and earbuds, and left the room. I put all the dishes in the kitchen, and my stuff on the counter. I walked out into the living room to thank Sherlock but when I walked out I saw John, Sherlock, and Mycroft having a little meeting. I yawned and ruffled my hair. I looked at John and Mycroft's faces and realized how shocked they looked. I looked down at myself to see me wearing pajamas, messy hair, it looked as if I had just woken up... and I had walked out of Sherlock's room. They must've thought he and I had sex last night. Fuck. My face went red and I tried to explain.
"NONONONONOnonono.... it isn't what it looks like I promise!"
"Well brother dear, I guess you really aren't scared of sex."
"Mycroft I don't know what you're talking about. Y/N and I didn't have sex last night. Though she did sleep with me in my bed at one point."
"Wait, WHAT?" Everyone but Sherlock looked very confused, including me.
"Okay okay okay, so I was looking after him last night because John told me to, and I fell asleep in the chair NEXT to his bed, but I woke up inside his bed? I thought you put me there AFTER you got out of bed. Not while. Oh god." I went over to the scotch bar and filled up another glass, and then chugged it all in one gulp. "Fucking hell."
"Well, help yourself then." Sherlock looked at me slightly annoyed that I was drinking his booze.

"Fuck off. You're the one who put me in this state. It's the least you could do after I put you to bed and made you food last night.

"Holy shit... they're like a married couple." I glared at John, placed down my glass, got my stuff, and walked out.

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This was a fun chapter to write! oml, am I the only one who like loves Benedict Cumberbatch? My entire family thinks I'm crazy. I finished editing everything so I'm back onto writing. There'll probably be another chapter going up today just because I'm in the mood. Thanks for reading my loves!
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