This has been a good weekend for finishing stories that I kind of left. I'll add a chapter or two to this in the future but I'm staring a mulichapter thing soon. So yeah.

As always I do now own anything but my own ideas. Do keep in mind that reviews would be appreciated but it's up to you, the readers. I still am fairly new to the fanfic writing thing so please don't hate me. Anyways enjoy!

John walked around a small park. The sun was drooping down behind the buildings and grey clouds were moving it quickly. A light blanket of snow covered London. The incoming clouds covered the burnt orange sky. The air was rather chilly but then again it was November.

John had been wandering around for what seemed like hours. It probably had been. He had stupidly forgotten his phone back at the flat. Something he cursed himself for but he didn't return back to the flat. His fingers felt numb and his breath was visible in the rapidly cooling air.

Despite these things he wasn't ready to go back, it least not yet anyways. Sherlock that stupid idiot lit the flat on fire. Nothing was too badly damaged. Just a few books and the like. John was fortunately able to put it out. Sherlock's biggest concern was where was the milk was. John had to stop and count to ten at the time.

Usually when he was being such…Sometimes he can't even think of the right word. He's mad, stupid, reckless and completely Sherlock. John groaned in annoyance. When Sherlock was being like this he would go to Sarah's. But things had ended with her two weeks ago, It just wasn't working. She had said.

Personally John thought they were going at a good pace. Sure they hadn't done anything very intimate but that was just fine with him. Maybe that's the reason it didn't work out. There was only thing that really bothered him about it though.

He wasn't that broken up over their separation. Why wasn't he upset? Sure he was a little down about it but not devastated or anything. Nothing big. They had been going out for a while now. He huffed and tried pushing it out of his mind.

As John walked along he noticed a bench half shaded from the snow by a tree. He strolled over, sat down on a bench and looked around. It really was a nice place to be. The leaves had fell leaving the trees bare. The grass was covered in a sheet of snow, the lights from the lights made the snow sparkle. Overall it was a calming environment. John allowed himself to relax as much as he could. The doctor could still hear the traffic but it was a bit more muted. It was very nice. John closed his eyes.

Maybe he should head back soon. It would be getting late soon and he had work in the morning. Sherlock came to mind. Lord knows what Sherlock would have gotten himself up to after he left. John frowned, his forehead crinkling. He shouldn't have stormed off without cleaning that mess up properly. Sherlock certainly wouldn't have done it.

He let out a long sigh. To be honest John didn't necessarily want to go back. He felt at ease. John decided to allow himself a few more minutes before starting the long walk back to the main street for a taxi.

His eyes remained closed as he allowed himself to just relax. John exhaled loudly. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he felt like he was being watched. John did not show any outward reaction but instead opened his eyes calmly.

John jumped when he found Sherlock, standing only a few feet away from him. Why did I not hear him? John asked himself. "Sherlock." He said lamely. He was a bit unnerved by the intense stare Sherlock had fixed on him.

The detective said nothing. "Speak of the devil." John blurted out before he could stop himself. Sherlock didn't say a word as he continued to scan him. Finally Sherlock met John's eyes. The doctor focused on maintaining eye contact.

Finally Sherlock reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar looking phone. "John, please. You and I both know there is no such thing as the devil nor is there a God. And I, am certainly am not either." Sherlock said bluntly, not taking his eyes away from John. The doctor cleared his throat. "Right." He said averting his eyes to the phone.

"You forgot your phone when you left." Sherlock said as he held it out towards John. It took a few seconds for it to register with John before he took it. "Thanks." John said, pocketing the device. Once more silence descended between both men.

John shifted on the bench, the only immediate sign of his discomfort under Sherlock's gaze. John started to speak, not liking the extended silence. "Listen, Sherlock..." As said man's name was spoken he stepped forward, even closer than before.

"When you left the flat I spent some time reflecting. Upon more in depth look at my methods I realize that they were hardly orthodox and disorganized." He said in a clipped tone. John opened his mouth to say something but Sherlock continued. "I also realize that this had been the fourth time in the past two weeks where I had caused damage to the flat. I feel rather disconcerted for the inconvenience that this has caused the both of us."

John's mouth opened and closed as he blinked owlishly. Did Sherlock just apologize to him? It sounded like it had been an apology. John was unsure what to say. At looking at him John noticed Sherlock was looking at him with a level of thinly veiled expectancy. John did say anything but continued to stare. He did not bother to hide his surprise.

Sherlock sighed. "Are you not going to say it's alright John? Isn't that how this type of thing works with people?" He looked at John as if he was a child. Sherlock's comment seemed to snap John out of his surprised daze like state. "Uh it's alright." John mumbled. Sherlock looked slightly more relaxed. "You were gone for a while and you can't go to Sarah's because she broke up with you." John blinked owlishly at Sherlock. He hadn't told him that. Upon seeing John's expression Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "I am aware you never told me. I just put the pieces together with the information provided."

John shook his head. He was a genius but he knew little about social etiquette. John stood up from the bench and stretched with a small groan. He did not notice Sherlock never took his eyes of him. "Let's go back." John said with a nod. Sherlock simply motioned for John to go first, which he did.

They started walking in silence towards the entrance of the park. John kept a leisurely pace. He still felt the peace that this place emitted. John was distracted so he did not notice the patch of ice and kept his pace. John slipped, flailing a bit he gripped the closest thing to him. That certain thing happened to be Sherlock. Both men fell in a heap in the snow. Somehow John managed to be sprawled across Sherlock's back. Sherlock got a face full of snow.

John quickly crawled off Sherlock and sat back on the snowy ground.

John laughed loudly at the miffed look on Sherlock's face. He couldn't help it. He looked like an angry cat. Sherlock's face was red and snow was sprinkled in his dark curls. Sherlock looked at John. "Why does this amuse you so much?" He asked bluntly. In response John laughed even harder. "You…you…look like an angry cat." He gasped out between his laughs. Sherlock frowned. "I look nothing like a cat John. Don't be ridiculous." It didn't make any sense to the consulting detective.

"Oh but you do. I saw this cat once. You remind me of it. That adorably angry cat that Harry and I found when we were just kids!" John laughed more. Sherlock however froze on the spot. Did John just call me adorable? He thought to himself. Sherlock looked at John, tears were pricking the corners of his eyes and his cheeks were red.

John eventually calmed down and Sherlock still was mulling over the information of being called in a way, adorable. It wasn't like he was protest to being called well attractive in a way by John, it was the fact he was called adorable that bothered him.

Both men stood up from the snow and brushed themselves off. John started walking back towards the main streets and Sherlock was not far behind.

John was prattling on about something dull. Finally Sherlock's curiosity grew to much and he finally decided to ask the question which has been bothering him. "Do you find me adorable John?" Said man nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. He looked at his crazy flatmate in surprise. "What?" He asked, not able to think of anything else to say.

Sherlock sighed heavily. "It's a simple question John. Do you find me adorable?" The detective looked at John expectantly. John seemed unable to answer. "You had mentioned a cat you had met and you said it was in my likeness, which is actually rather ludicrous as I am not a cat. But you said it was adorable, does that mean you think I am as well?" Sherlock explained as if he were talking to a child. John flushed lightly. In all honesty he couldn't answer Sherlock's question, not without embarrassment. "I..uhh…Did I really say that?" John chuckled uncomfortably.

Sherlock looked exasperated. Honestly, his question was hardly a difficult one to answer. "Yes John." He said dryly. If it was going to be this trivial to get a proper response he considered just bring up this subject another time.

The doctor looked even more embarrassed. "Well…Not adorable. I mean that cat was and you…you're not bad looking but.." John was struggling for the correct words. "As far as men go you are fairly attractive. But I..uh..I didn't mean.." John continued to stumble over his words. He was unaware that Sherlock has stopped walking until John was a few feet ahead. "Sherlock?" He asked looking back.

At John calling him Sherlock became responsive. Sherlock had a strange look on his face. He strode towards John purposefully. "You called me attractive." He stated as he stopped only mere inches away from John. The height difference between the two was apparent. John flushed a darker shade of pink. He was about to retort but was rendered speechless. Sherlock had leaned forward and pressed his lips against John's softly, almost hesitantly. John's shoulders were tense but he did not pull away. John swore he felt Sherlock's lips quirk into a small smile against his own.

Sherlock pulled away and looked at John expectantly. He was prepared for shouting, swearing and for John to perhaps storm off again. John however was stunned, his face was even redder than before. "We should…that was…something" John cleared his throat. "We should get home. It's going to get chilly." John finally responded. He turned and resumed walking.

Sherlock waited a second and then followed after him, a small smile on his face. He hadn't been rejected so that was good. Soon they were walking side by side, the entrance to the park was in sight. Wordlessly John slipped his hand into Sherlock's.

Neither man had let go until they had gotten into a cab.

Please don't hate me for anything. Again reviews would be appreciated. Thank you for reading and I hope all you lovely people have a good morning/afternoon/night.