Saving John Watson!

It started with a bang

The day on which bad things were about to happen, started with a loud bang. John was started out of his peaceful sleep (once again) and rubbed his tired eyes. He wondered what the heck was going on with Sherlock at this time. It was 5 o' bloody clock in the morning, absolutely not a good time to wake up.

Grumbling, he stood up, grabbed some clothing to throw on and made his way to the living room. When he came to the point where he could see in the kitchen, full of Sherlock's experiments and lab equipment, he saw the consulting detective lying on the floor, clutching his head with a pained expression.

"Sherlock! Are you alright?" John asked, kneeling besides his boyfriend in worry, switching into doctor mode in no second.

Sherlock just groaned, somehow sounding annoyed even doing that, and carefully stood up, brushing away John's helpfully outstretched hand.
"I'm fine!" he just said ungraciously, walking to his leather chair and sinking down in it. "If you would observe better, you would know that," he added in a somewhat superior voice.

"Oh no," John thought, "he's in one of his moods, help me god!" His words and hurtful behaviour made him sad, but John knew that Sherlock would make it up for him later in one way or another... Their relationship was still fresh and they both just started to get used to it, especially Sherlock, who obviously hadn't much experience, if any at all, in being a boyfriend. Nevertheless, John was enjoying every bit of it, since he loved Sherlock to pieces.

Seeing parts of what looked like an exploded experiment with pieces of a human lung lying around all over the floor and even decorating some parts of the wall (Mrs Hudson won't be happy), he refrained from asking what happened and instead made his way to the kettle to make tea for the both of them. He choose a herbal tea, maybe that would calm Sherlock down a bit.

With two teacups, he walked over to his lover, squeezing one teacup in his hands and ordered him: "drink!" Sherlock looked up and pouted a bit, but secretly, he loved it when John was becoming dominant, so after a few seconds of resilient silence and looking at John with narrowed eyes, he gave in and drank it deliberately slow.

John smiled, drinking his own tea while sitting on the left armrest of the leather chair. He waited for his good looking flatmate to finish his tea and then took the empty cup from him since Sherlock would otherwise just set it on the right armrest, where it could fall off easily. Then, John took the opportunity to lean in for a chaste kiss on Sherlock's cheek (he daren't to do more since the consulting detective still was in an unpredictable mood), before turning away to bring the teacups back to the kitchen.

When he turned back a few seconds later, Sherlock's cheeks had received an adorable tinge of red, which heated John's heart. "Maybe," the doctor thought, "this day won't be so bad after all"

Oh, if only he knew what was about to happen..