A.N

What if...

Sherlock gets drugged instead...

-"Oh…"

John looked up from his newspaper to see Sherlock staring at his hands in horror, his hands were dripping with clear liquid. Can't be good.

-"Alright there Sherlock?"

-"No…"

John frowned as he watched Sherlock clench his jaw. He got up and went to start cleaning, Sherlock sure as hell wouldn't do it.

-"Don't touch…..gloves John."

-"Sherlock, what is this?"

He continued to watch his flatmate, starting to worry now, what the hell could it be to get Sherlock to be worried? Sherlock mumbled something under

his breath making John frown again, Sherlock never mumbles.

-"What is it? Are you ok?"

-"No. Truth serum."

-"Truth serum?"

-"Yes, John"

John could feel a grin making it's way onto his face as he watched Sherlock pace back and forward.

-"How long will it last?"

-"An hour"

Oh, this could be fun. John quickly cleaned the table before sitting and watching his friend continue to pace. Sherlock, unable to lie for a whole hour.

John cleared his throat making Sherlock glare at him.

-"Would you have tested this on me?"

-"Yes."

-"Well, it looks like it's you instead."

John grinned and saw a small flicker of worry pass Sherlock's face.

-"Why are you worried?"

-"I don't know what you will ask."

-"What are you so afraid of?"

Sherlock froze, obviously trying to find a way to not answer.

-"I…That…"

Sherlock fell back onto the sofa with a sigh.

-"That you will leave."

John frowned.

-"Why would I do that?"

Sherlock seemed to slump down into the sofa more, he was keeping his eyes closed now, he seemed…resigned.

-"You will not want to stay, so you will leave."

What could he possibly say that would make him leave? Now John was confused and was starting to worry. Sherlock looked like he had gave up, he

never gave up. It couldn't possibly be that bad, could it?

John watched as Sherlock face seemed to slip for a moment, he seemed…sad. Now John really was worried, he made his way over to his friend and

crouched down in front of him.

-"What is it Sherlock?"

Sherlock swallowed and squeezed his eyes closed as he reached and put Johns fingers on his wrist, over his pulse point. John frowned again before

repositioning his fingers and measured the pulse beneath, elevated.

He watched as Sherlock opened his eyes and looked straight at him. Eyes dilating.

Oh…

Oh.

Sherlock smiled sadly at him before standing and disappearing into his room. John stayed where he was, thoughts racing, pieces falling together.

-"Oh."

He straightened his face and shoulders and followed his flatmate but as soon as he opened the door his determination left him. Sherlock was sitting

on the edge of his bed, elbow's on his knee's and face in hand.

John shook his head at the idiot and walked up to him.

-"You're a bloody idiot"

In one move, John slipped his hand into a head of curls, raised his head and kissed him.