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Arriving back at 221B, your Sherlock-like behavior continued when you swiftly left the cab as it slowed and left John to pay the driver. He found the apartment door left wide open and you pacing in front of the couch were Sherlock was lying in his thinking position, unaware of your arrival and current state.
You scowled and waved your hand every few seconds as if dismissing something and then abruptly stopped and flopped down into Sherlock’s chair, bringing your knees up to you and then lacing your fingers together to press them to your nose in your own thinking position.
John ran a hand through his hair. That was definitely new. Now he had two brooding geniuses in his living room and it seemed as if they were most likely going to be equally difficult. He sighed and made himself a cup of tea before sitting down at his desk.
It was quiet, too quiet, for a very long time. John wondered what you were thinking. Normally you couldn’t sit still but now you were so still he felt like maybe he should check to see if you were breathing.
He was trying to focus on his computer when you suddenly jumped up, startling him, “Sherlock! I need you for an experiment.”
The detective’s eyes flickered open and he looked at you, you had started pacing again, and then he looked at John accusingly, “What did you do?”
It was like you didn’t even hear him speak, “Sherlock. Experiment. Now.”
Sherlock sat up and looked you over, while this was normal behavior for him it was very strange for you. Your emotions usually balanced out the moments of intense logic, letting you think and function normally at the same time. You brooded as he did but hardly ever went manic or got depressed.
He didn't know what had happened to get you to this point and you were so very difficult for him to read but he did know one thing, you only acted like this when your brain took over completely and it wasn’t going to stop until it came to a conclusion.
“(F/n), you need to take a deep breath and try to calm your thoughts.”
Before he could make any further attempt to calm you, you grabbed to front off his shirt and pressed your lips to his, pulling away quickly with a thoughtful look on your face, “Interesting…”
Sherlock gawked, “Kheiland!? What in-“
You waved a hand at him, “Experiment. Very important,” and then stalked off, grabbing your coat and trotting off down the stairs.
Both men just stared at the open door, you hadn’t even bothered to close it, until John stammered, “D-did she just-“
“I’m afraid she did. Yes,” Sherlock confirmed before turning to glare at John, “You kissed her. I told you to stop.”
“How was I supposed to know that she’d react this way?”
Sherlock ignored him, beginning to pace himself, “Something you did triggered the logical side of her brain to take over. It had to be something she couldn’t figure out. She’s been kissed before so it’s probably not the action in itself but something unique about this particular one.”
He stopped to look over at John, studying him carefully for some sort of clue, and then started pacing again, “There is something about your kiss that is different from any she has experienced previously. It confuses her, so logically she wants to figure out why and set the parameters for an experiment- kissing other people to see if it has the same effect- which means…”
John finished for him, stunned, “She just left to find someone else to kiss… and without her phone.”
After about an hour of frantically searching for you, Sherlock’s phone rang. He swiftly answered it, “Kheiland?”
The voice on the other end was not yours but was familiar, “No. But she’s pacing in my living room. Took me the better part of an hour to get your phone number out of her.”
Sherlock let out a sigh of relief and then heard your voice in the background, “Aaron? Is that Sherlock? Tell him I need John.”
Aaron sighed, “I’m just going to assume you heard that. Between Tony, Jason, and I, I think we can keep her here until you get here.”
He gave Sherlock an address and he and John called a cab. When they got there Aaron let them in and they found you, brooding again, in a chair in his living room with Tony and another man watching you carefully from the couch.
“Grazie al cielo...Please tell me you two know what’s going on?” Tony grumbled.
Sherlock pointed at John, “It’s John’s fault.”
Upon hearing John’s name, you bounced up and came to press a hand to his forehead, brows knit together in thought, “Well you don’t have a fever… maybe it was just a fluke.”
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his just as gently as he had done earlier and he couldn’t help but kiss you back but again you pulled away rather quickly, “I don’t understand. I have ruled out every possible cause and yet it still happens. Why?”
Through his slight daze from the sudden kiss, John realized you expected him to answer and that everyone was looking at the two of you expectantly, “Uh… What is it exactly that happens (sF/n)?”
You frowned at him, “I get this feeling… like some sort of electricity or fire.”
John let out a short chuckle of realization, Sherlock looked just as confused as you did, and the rest of the room dissolved into loud laughter.
Tony stepped up to put an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple, “Solo tu andresti pazzi che...Sweetie that’s what happens when you really like someone. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘Their touch is electrifying’ before?”
You furrowed your brow, thinking this new bit of information over, before venturing a conclusion, “So it happens because I like John… and it only happens with John because I don’t like any of you like I like John. That’s… plausible.”
You wobbled slightly and Sherlock swept you up, “All better Key?”
You nodded sleepily, quickly coming down off your logic high, “My head hurts.”
Sherlock sighed, “I know. I’ll make you some tea when we get home.”
You rested your head on his shoulder and were almost instantaneously asleep.
“Will she be alright?” Aaron asked, running a hand through his hair.
Sherlock spun to leave, not at all happy with your experiment and subsequent conclusion, “She just needs rest. Come on John.”
John obediently followed him out the door and into a cab. At least now he knew that you liked him back.
You scowled and waved your hand every few seconds as if dismissing something and then abruptly stopped and flopped down into Sherlock’s chair, bringing your knees up to you and then lacing your fingers together to press them to your nose in your own thinking position.
John ran a hand through his hair. That was definitely new. Now he had two brooding geniuses in his living room and it seemed as if they were most likely going to be equally difficult. He sighed and made himself a cup of tea before sitting down at his desk.
It was quiet, too quiet, for a very long time. John wondered what you were thinking. Normally you couldn’t sit still but now you were so still he felt like maybe he should check to see if you were breathing.
He was trying to focus on his computer when you suddenly jumped up, startling him, “Sherlock! I need you for an experiment.”
The detective’s eyes flickered open and he looked at you, you had started pacing again, and then he looked at John accusingly, “What did you do?”
It was like you didn’t even hear him speak, “Sherlock. Experiment. Now.”
Sherlock sat up and looked you over, while this was normal behavior for him it was very strange for you. Your emotions usually balanced out the moments of intense logic, letting you think and function normally at the same time. You brooded as he did but hardly ever went manic or got depressed.
He didn't know what had happened to get you to this point and you were so very difficult for him to read but he did know one thing, you only acted like this when your brain took over completely and it wasn’t going to stop until it came to a conclusion.
“(F/n), you need to take a deep breath and try to calm your thoughts.”
Before he could make any further attempt to calm you, you grabbed to front off his shirt and pressed your lips to his, pulling away quickly with a thoughtful look on your face, “Interesting…”
Sherlock gawked, “Kheiland!? What in-“
You waved a hand at him, “Experiment. Very important,” and then stalked off, grabbing your coat and trotting off down the stairs.
Both men just stared at the open door, you hadn’t even bothered to close it, until John stammered, “D-did she just-“
“I’m afraid she did. Yes,” Sherlock confirmed before turning to glare at John, “You kissed her. I told you to stop.”
“How was I supposed to know that she’d react this way?”
Sherlock ignored him, beginning to pace himself, “Something you did triggered the logical side of her brain to take over. It had to be something she couldn’t figure out. She’s been kissed before so it’s probably not the action in itself but something unique about this particular one.”
He stopped to look over at John, studying him carefully for some sort of clue, and then started pacing again, “There is something about your kiss that is different from any she has experienced previously. It confuses her, so logically she wants to figure out why and set the parameters for an experiment- kissing other people to see if it has the same effect- which means…”
John finished for him, stunned, “She just left to find someone else to kiss… and without her phone.”
After about an hour of frantically searching for you, Sherlock’s phone rang. He swiftly answered it, “Kheiland?”
The voice on the other end was not yours but was familiar, “No. But she’s pacing in my living room. Took me the better part of an hour to get your phone number out of her.”
Sherlock let out a sigh of relief and then heard your voice in the background, “Aaron? Is that Sherlock? Tell him I need John.”
Aaron sighed, “I’m just going to assume you heard that. Between Tony, Jason, and I, I think we can keep her here until you get here.”
He gave Sherlock an address and he and John called a cab. When they got there Aaron let them in and they found you, brooding again, in a chair in his living room with Tony and another man watching you carefully from the couch.
“Grazie al cielo...Please tell me you two know what’s going on?” Tony grumbled.
Sherlock pointed at John, “It’s John’s fault.”
Upon hearing John’s name, you bounced up and came to press a hand to his forehead, brows knit together in thought, “Well you don’t have a fever… maybe it was just a fluke.”
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his just as gently as he had done earlier and he couldn’t help but kiss you back but again you pulled away rather quickly, “I don’t understand. I have ruled out every possible cause and yet it still happens. Why?”
Through his slight daze from the sudden kiss, John realized you expected him to answer and that everyone was looking at the two of you expectantly, “Uh… What is it exactly that happens (sF/n)?”
You frowned at him, “I get this feeling… like some sort of electricity or fire.”
John let out a short chuckle of realization, Sherlock looked just as confused as you did, and the rest of the room dissolved into loud laughter.
Tony stepped up to put an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple, “Solo tu andresti pazzi che...Sweetie that’s what happens when you really like someone. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘Their touch is electrifying’ before?”
You furrowed your brow, thinking this new bit of information over, before venturing a conclusion, “So it happens because I like John… and it only happens with John because I don’t like any of you like I like John. That’s… plausible.”
You wobbled slightly and Sherlock swept you up, “All better Key?”
You nodded sleepily, quickly coming down off your logic high, “My head hurts.”
Sherlock sighed, “I know. I’ll make you some tea when we get home.”
You rested your head on his shoulder and were almost instantaneously asleep.
“Will she be alright?” Aaron asked, running a hand through his hair.
Sherlock spun to leave, not at all happy with your experiment and subsequent conclusion, “She just needs rest. Come on John.”
John obediently followed him out the door and into a cab. At least now he knew that you liked him back.
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The next morning you unwillingly woke early to help Sherlock with the new case. Once you were dressed and had your curly, golden locks pulled back into your usual ponytail, you headed out to the living room. Sherlock was sitting in his chair, his coat and scarf already on. John was putting his coat on as you walked out, so he grabbed your coat and walked it over to you. You mumbled a tired thank you while you stifled a yawn. Sherlock shot up out of his chair upon your arrival to the living room and was out the door before you even had your coat on. You and John sighed simultaneously as you both ran out the door and down the stairs to catch up
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John chuckled, slightly pushing you away after a while, “What for, sis?”
“For giving Mycroft permission to court her, obviously,” Sherlock growled.
John frowned, now realizing that you had probably been out with Mycroft while they were gone, but he quickly smiled at you again.
“I only did it because you’ve been happier lately than I’ve ever seen you. But if anything at all ever goes wrong, please tell me,” John said.
“Because you were a soldier, and you know how to kill people,” you winked.
Sherlock rolled his eyes before retreating to his chair, pouting.
You turned aroun
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“I think we need to tell Mycroft what we know,” you said.
John gave a slight nod in approval but Sherlock leaned back in his chair.
“I think that is a job best suited for you, (S/N),” Sherlock replied sarcastically.
You rolled your eyes, you may have gotten Sherlock to take Mycroft’s case, but you couldn’t make him enjoy talking to his brother. With a sigh, you pulled out your mobile to send a quick text.
“I have information for you. –(F/I)W.”
John looked over to you, “I’ll come with you, sis.”
You stood up from your seat on the couch, your coat still on from
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NOPE
NOPE
NOPE
NOPE
NOPE
I KISSED SHERLOCK
I READ THAT LINE
AND THEN I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT
AND THE I READ IT AGAIN
AND FREAKED THE FUCK OUT AGAIN
AND DID THIS FOR LIKE
1000000000000 TIMES
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH
I CANT HANDLE LIFE RIGHT NOW
NOPE
NOPE
NOPE
NOPE
I KISSED SHERLOCK
I READ THAT LINE
AND THEN I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT
AND THE I READ IT AGAIN
AND FREAKED THE FUCK OUT AGAIN
AND DID THIS FOR LIKE
1000000000000 TIMES
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH
I CANT HANDLE LIFE RIGHT NOW