A/N - Here is Chapter 2 of my story, 'The Holmes Family'. Hope your enjoying it!

The Holmes Family

Only when they entered the living room of their flat, did John finally have the courage to say something.

"Sherlock, what happened back there?" He asked, as he watched his flatmate sit down in his chair.

No answer.

"Sherlock"

Silence.

"Fine" John muttered, as he walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He rummaged around Sherlock's experiments, his nose wrinkling at the smell of one experiment. Only when got to the table to pour the milk did he realise that Sherlock hadn't made a sound or even demand for a cup himself. John turned around and sighed as he took in Sherlock's form, who hadn't even moved or blinked from where he was staring.

"Sherlock, you're going to have to speak at some point you know" John said quietly, stirring his tea and leaning against the cupboard.

Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes, his head tipping back onto his chair, "What is there to say, John?"

"Well, could you start by telling me who those people were?" John asked, sipping at his cup of tea.

Sherlock opened his eyes and stared at John, "You already know, so stop asking questions!" He finished, getting up to go to his bedroom but stopped as John put his tea down and moved to block his exit.

"No,no,no,no Sherlock, you will tell me, or so help me I'll-" John stopped as he realised he had nothing to threaten Sherlock with.

"You'll what, John?" Sherlock smirked, knowing that John was stuck with his threat.

John, finding the best threat he could find walked towards his tea and took a sip, hiding his smile behind it. Sherlock's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as he stared at John from his chair.

"I'll chuck out all your experiments, tell Lestrade to make you work with Anderson and Donovan or no more cases for you" John told him, setting his cup back down in favour of pulling out his phone and pointing at Sherlock, "So, Sherlock, what's it to be? Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to phone Lestrade?" John couldn't hide his smile this time as he knew he had won.

Sherlock, inwardly smiling as he realised John had finally won an argument against him, kept his face stoic and sighed as if fed up with the conversation and rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine! As you know they work for the government, Mycroft hired them to 'look after' me, as if I need babysitting" Sherlock scoffed, as his hands quoted in mid air.

"You kind of do what with all the trouble you get yourself into. I mean how many times have you had a gun pointed at you, nearly strangled to death, forced into taking drugs, willingly taken drugs as well, threatened to solve things or die—I'll stop listing now" John finished off awkwardly as he realised his flatmate had been glaring at him. "But, my point still stands, you get into a lot of trouble, and sometimes you bring trouble to your friends as well."

"I don't have any friends, John" Sherlock stated quietly, his eyes boring into John's smaller form.

"You and I both know that isn't true, Sherlock. I'm pretty sure Moriaty proved that when he forced you to jump of St. Bart's" John said just as quiet as Sherlock.

Guilt flitted across Sherlock's face briefly before disappearing, and John wondered if he was seeing things. "That was necessary! I had to disable Moriaty's network undetected and to do that I had to die. If my death happened to save three people, then that was an added bonus!"

"Oh, shut up Sherlock!" John shouted, and Sherlock pouted at being told to shut up. John sighed and ran a hand over his face and hair, "I don't care about the reasons I just want to know who those people were and why they interfered with our case"

"You know who they are John, I just told you" Sherlock sighed, as he got up and walked to the door towards his bedroom.

"Is that all your going to say?" John queried as he got his tea and sat down in his chair, his eyes on Sherlock's stopped form by the door frame, hand in mid air to grasp the handle.

"Yes" Sherlock said, voice clip as he grabbed the handle and opened the door, striding out to his room.

John sighed, as he took another sip of his tea, noticing it had gone cold, "Such a drama queen." He smiled as he heard Sherlock's answer.

"You're a drama queen too, John".

A/N - Chapter 2 is finished. I feel happy now that I've finally got back to writing stories again.

There's more where this came from. But please, for me, review. I want to know if the characters speeches are how they usually sound or not.

Review - Basically tell me anything about it.

This isn't Beta'd, if anyone is willing to give it a go, PM me.

'May magic live on in our hearts forever'

- AllThingsMagical321
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