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Those Seven Confusing Weeks	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter jumps around a little, giving some details of the first couple of those seven weeks in Sherlock and John's past, plus a little bit of them currently. This one was kind of hard to write because it was difficult to find a way to make it interesting and not just a list of weird things Sherlock did. So if it seems a bit dry or boring sorry. I really wanted to get it finished to start on the next chapter because that should be much more enjoyable to write and will be full-on kinky slash fun.

Week One
Sherlock was acting strange. After living with him all these months for John to think his behavior was strange made it all the more disconcerting.
Sherlock normally just ignored him unless he needed or wanted something. And when he did pay him mind it was usually just to prove a point. He was always focusing his thoughts on something important. They did have small conversations and some laughs but that's just the way his flat mate was so John never took it at as insult.
So when the excessive observations and random comments started John became…well confused.
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The first day began with John sitting in the recliner reading while Sherlock was on the couch staring at him. After thirty minutes John finally asked, "OK Sherlock, why are you watching me read?"
"Hmm?"
"You heard me."
Sherlock gave him an odd smile. "That's the fourth book by the same author that you've read since we met."
"Okay? But that doesn't answer my question."
When he got no reply he tried to ignore him and went back to reading. He only lasted fifteen minutes.
"Seriously Sherlock, what are you doing?"
Another giant smile. "You chew your lip when you read."
He knew what this was, the detective was bored. With a sigh he groused, "If you need something to do why don't you finish up the experiment that's taking up most the kitchen table."
A strange look came over his flat mate's face, as if he was surprised at John's remark. Without another word he got up and walked to the kitchen.
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"John?"
"Yes?"
"Why don't you delete your old emails?"
John looked up and he saw that instead of working on the experiment Sherlock had his laptop open on the kitchen table.
"What? Why are you looking at my emails?
"Don't worry I'm not reading them. Just curious as to why you don't delete them." And again with the smiling.
"I don't know…wait how do you know I haven't. The deleted ones would be deleted."
Not waiting for an explanation he stormed into the kitchen and snatched his laptop back see what else Sherlock had been doing on his computer.
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"John."
"What Sherlock?" His flat mate had gone back to staring at him again.
"You switched to a new brand of shampoo."
"Oh my god Sherlock. You really need a new case, don't you?'
"I..." Without finishing he pulled out his phone and starting typing. John waited to see if his bored flat mate was going to speak again but gave up after a minute and went back to his book.
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Though trying not to look, he could see Sherlock was still watching him. John ignored him until he spoke again.
"John."
"Yes Sherlock?"
"You wear that jumper seven percent more than the other ones you own." He was grinning as if pleased with himself.
"Ok then." John got up and grabbed his coat. "I'm going to the market. Find something else to do while I'm gone please."
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But it went on for three more days, non-stop. Sherlock watching him constantly and throwing out random observations. John was at his limit, he couldn't figure out what game Sherlock was playing.
And it only ended with the culmination of this exchange...
"John?"
"What!" He snapped back.
"Do you know you snore?"
"What the bloody hell! Are you watching me sleep now?"
Again with that damn smile. "Of course not, I can hear you from my room."
...and John asking him to kindly stop. "God Damn It, Sherlock! You need to cut this shit out!"
The smile dropped and Sherlock looked troubled. Not saying another thing he got up and went to his room, slamming the door.
And Sherlock didn't come out for two days, at least not when John was home or awake. He would have apologized for being rude but the man had pushed him to his breaking point and now he was acting like a pouting child.
Eventually when he reemerged, he was back to the old Sherlock; ignoring John, working on his experiment, reading science journals. No more weird comments, no excessive staring.
After four days of feeling like he was under Sherlock's microscope and two days of fuming in his room, this return to normal didn't put John at ease. He couldn't stop thinking about what all of that had been for.

Present
"Now tell me where you hid it."
John had begged for a break before saying where the riding crop was hidden. He knew he was going to need it. He might have the libido of a teenager but his body had decided to keep getting old.
Getting his small break, they had moved to the kitchen to grab a quick lunch, which meant John was eating and Sherlock just watched him. John absolutely loved when he did that.
"Why didn't you just tell me you got all hot and bothered when you saw me in that towel? Why go through all that trouble?"
Sherlock smiled and rolled his eyes. "We both know how well that would have worked."
"I think I would have handled it fine."
"Sure you would have, John "I'm not gay" Watson."
"You're an arse."
And to change the subject no doubt, Sherlock's eyes got a little fiery. "Enough stalling. Tell me where it is."
"Honestly, you're going to be the death of me." But that look was enough, it hinted to the full on wild Sherlock would be displaying soon. Lunch was over.

Week Two
After only a few days of a normal Sherlock the strangeness returned. Instead of the staring and comments, things became even more bizarre.
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It started while John was getting ready to leave for work. Sherlock was reading on the couch. It was perfectly normal, until he noticed what Sherlock was reading.
"Sherlock, what are you doing?"
"Hmm?"
"That's my book. Why are you reading my book? Why? It's fiction. Um, useless information."
Without looking up he replied, "I wanted to see why you like this author so much"
Oh no, not this shit again. Sighing, he got his coat and said on his way out, "Seriously call Lestrade and find some dull case to keep you occupied."
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Patients were not the distraction he thought they would be. He couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock. What was he playing at? Was John the subject of some weird experiment? Or was the detective really just bored waiting for a new case? He would have thought he was being paranoid but he knew enough about Sherlock to know he didn't waste his time thinking about things that don't matter.
And his non-stop thoughts about his flat mate were interrupted when Sherlock showed up with lunch. Nope, not paranoid at all, something was definitely going on.
John decided that he wasn't going to play along in whatever experiment Sherlock was doing, not that he would get any sensible answer anyways. So instead of asking why he was there John just had lunch with him.
Returning home that evening, Sherlock was on the couch watching the telly. That's not an odd thing for him to do but when John tried to head to his room, odd appeared again when Sherlock asked him to watch with him. John begged off saying he was tired and went to his room instead, the day had already been weird enough.
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The next day was more of the same strangeness. Sherlock must have gone out the night before or very early and went shopping, buying most of John's favorite foods. There was nothing he could even think to say, it was just too bizarre. Sherlock rarely went shopping for his own food let alone for him. More baffling was that Sherlock even knew what his favorite foods were. Leaving the kitchen without a word, while Sherlock 'observed' him, John went to work early.
And when Sherlock again showed up for lunch, John held his tongue. Sherlock was trying to get some kind of reaction out of him and he wasn't going to play along.
That evening when Sherlock asked him to watch telly with him, John again begged off and went to his room.
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The third day started out normal, no weird behavior, nothing out of the ordinary. He went to work hoping for a peaceful day and that's when the texts started.
What are you doing? Tell me about your last patient. Mrs. Hudson is baking. Why do you like Pot Noodles so much? Where do you want to meet for lunch? Forty in all.
John started wondering if Sherlock had lost his mind. That night when he got home he agreed to watch telly with him but didn't watch any of it, he just watched Sherlock instead.
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Now it was just the texts for 2 more days, and he again found himself at his limit. He politely asked Sherlock to explain himself. And as it didn't come out as politely as he intended Sherlock locked himself in his room again, but only until the next morning.
But he didn't reemerge as normal Sherlock. He was at the kitchen table not watching John make breakfast, but also not focusing on the experiment in front of him. When John said good morning Sherlock didn't reply, never making eye contact, his face expressionless.
Not getting any text that day he felt a little guilty. Maybe, just maybe Sherlock wasn't playing with him. And after spending most of his day thinking about his flat mate, confused didn't seem like a strong enough word.
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