Sorry - just a 221B for a bad work day... hope you enjoy

"Ouch!"

"Shut up you baby!"

"John!"

"Sherlock, it's just a splinter for goodness sake, now stop wriggling and let me get to it."

"But it hurts!"

"Hmmm, not surprised, the area around it is red and inflamed. Let me remove it, then I can put something on that to ease it a bit."

Sherlock glanced over at his friend and his eyes widened comically.

"Those aren't tweezers, they're implements of torture!" he all but shrieked.

John eyed the long medical tweezers that he had removed from his kit and was currently cleaning with an alcohol wipe.

"I've used these on you before." He commented drily.

"When? Why?"

"Last year, shotgun pellets in your shoulder."

Cupids bow lips pulled down into a pout.

"Don't remember that."

The doctor just chuckled and proceeded to clean the area of skin around the small sharp piece of wood.

"This is buried quiet deep." He commented, looking closely at the offending object. "Hopefully though it shouldn't take long."

"Well get on with OUCH!"

"Sorry"

"John..."

"I love it when you growl..."

"I don't understand..."

"Relationships Sherlock."

"But we don't have one..."

"Well, we do, but not the kind I'd like." John countered softly.

"Are you saying this is some weird courting ritual?"

"No, I'm saying keep still while I take this splinter out of your bum!"