Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

Author's note: This is not BETA-read since it was written on impulse. I am not a native speker of English, so apologies for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. I'm pretty torn apart after that last episode, so it may be a lot of mistakes that I've missed. Like seriously, I don't think it is quite appropriate to love an episode this much... Anyhow, I hope you will enjoy this little story!

Please R & R, it would mean a lot!

Chapter 1

The shrilling sound of a violin woke John with a start. He sighed deeply, and rolled over to look at the watch. It was 3.30. He groaned. Even though he was getting quite used to this kind of incidents, and contrary to Sherlock's seemingly belief, John still liked to sleep. He shut his eyes once again and made a poor effort to block out the sound, but after a minute he realized the pointless in trying to get back to sleep. He dragged himself out of bed, stumbling on the carpet as he went to the door. Well he was up after all; he might as well get a cup of tea. Yawning widely, he entered the living room. Sherlock was sitting on the coffee-table, playing a very melancholy bit of music, and seemed to take no notice of John whatsoever.

"Sherlock, have you any idea what time it is?" John grunted.

"No. Why?"

"It's bloody 3.30 in the morning. Some people actually like to sleep at that time, you know."

"Oh, really? Well it seems like you are not one of those people John, since you're up and awake." Sherlock said, never stopping his playing.

John opened his mouth to argue, but too sleepy to explain the basic need of sleep to Sherlock, he closed it again, starting the process of making tea. When ready, he took his cup and slouched down on the sofa, eyes closed, listening to the immensely beautiful music that Sherlock produced. It made strange emotions flood right through him, in a complete mess. The music was so well composed in every way, John almost felt dizzy. It filled the room; it filled John until he could barely breathe. It went on for what seemed like forever, and the slowly built up crescendo was almost unbearable, and suddenly it just stopped. John opened his eyes and found Sherlock staring at him. He took a sip of his tea, which seemed to clear his mind, silently wondering what had happened to him. He had no idea he could be so affected by music. But then again, it may have something to do with who played it. Why, that was a weird thought! John pushed it away and said "That…was amazing. It was really beautiful Sherlock."

Sherlock looked a bit surprised, and answered with an unusually polite "Thank you, John".

They sat in silence for a while, John sipping his tea, and Sherlock watching him. It would be disturbing, but John was too used to be stared at, he didn't even care. Eventually, he put his now empty cup down on the table, took a deep breath and said "Alright then, tell me. What's on your mind?"

"How did you know?" Sherlock asked, genuinely wondering.

"Well, for a start, you were playing the violin which you always do when you're thinking. You've been pretty quiet for a couple of days, so I assumed there was something in particular on your mind, which, judging by the melody you just played, was a correct assumption. And lastly, you've been staring at me for 15 minutes while I drank my tea and you haven't complained once about me swallowing too loudly, so yeah, something is clearly on your mind."

Sherlock smirked a bit at the last sentence, but after some hesitating, he said "Yes John, your assumptions were quite right. It's just that I am not really sure for myself what is going on, so I don't think I can tell you."

"Wait, so you're saying that the genius Sherlock Holmes is…confused? Have I got it right?" John had trouble keeping the laughter out of his voice.

"Oh shut up, John! It's not the first time you know." Sherlock snapped, and then mumbled something that clearly sounded like "…but I should hope it's the last…"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry!" John said, more serious this time. "But Sherlock…you know you can talk to me about…things, right? Anything at all."

"Yes I know, John. But I think I must figure this out by myself. Thank you." The last two words were added after a while, but John appreciated them nonetheless.

He nodded "Right then. Good." Sherlock gazed at him for another minute, then he closed his eyes, blocking John out, and started playing another piece of music. John let his eyelids drop and his mind wander. The softness of the music, combined with the warmth of the tea that was now spreading in his body made him very relaxed and he sank even deeper into the sofa-cushions. Within five minutes he was fast asleep.