Single: part 1

Sherlock woke up groggily one morning, for once, it seemed just too early to be eight. The sun seemed to bright as he stood and opened his curtains, hissing a little as it hit his eyes. He shuffled his feet to the kitchen, seeing John, already up for once, before him.

"Morning." Sherlock yawned. 

"You greeting me? That's a change." Was how John answered, not even bothering to lower the paper. 

"What are you talking about now?" Sherlock asked, his brain just not waking up. What was wrong with him?

"Never mind." John still didn't lower the paper. 

"You alright there?" Sherlock asked, something was off with John. 

"Perfect." John answered over his paper. 

Sherlock brushed off the confusion and walked over to John, placing his hand on John's shoulder, bending down, and kissing John lightly on the lips. John moaned loudly in protest as he pushed Sherlock away, falling out of his seat and landing hard on the floor, hitting his head on the seat next to him. He sat there, holding the back of his head, eyes and teeth clenched shut in pain; Sherlock watched, shocked. John has never done that before...

"John... Are-"

"What in the bloody hell was that for?!" John boomed, sounding freaked. 

"What? I just..."

"You kissed me!! What the hell?! You think you can just waltz in here one day and decide to kiss me?! I'm not -gay-, Sherlock Holmes! I -have- a girlfriend! And -you-... I don't even know what side of the fence you're on!!" John was screaming now. His face was red with anger.

"But John... You're my boyfriend... Remember?" Sherlock was stunned. John had a girlfriend? 

"Boyfriend?" John basically spat out the word as though it were poison. "Tell me why I would ever be in a relationship with -you- Sherlock!"

John stood and strode over to the freezer, grabbing an ice pack from it and pressing it to the back of his head. Sherlock stood, frozen, next to the chair. Why was John treating him like this? He had no idea. 

"John..."

"No, Sherlock. Just don't talk to me, okay?" John stormed off to his room.

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Sherlock made his way to the door to answer it as John came out of his room and laid down on the couch. Sherlock wanted to join him so bad. He opened the door and was was tightly greeted with a hug by Lestrade. 

This day was getting weirder and weirder. 

"Hello baby brother." Mycroft smiled, walking in after Lestrade and taking Sherlock's hand, shaking it firmly. "I hope you don't mind us poping by like this. We were in the neighborhood and..."

"You guys were in the neighborhood? Bloody hell I don't remember doing anything." Sherlock scolded as he watched Mycroft and Lestrade walk over and stand (uncomfortably) close to each other. 

"You did nothing, dear brother." Mycroft beamed. "We just had great news and wanted you two to be the first to hear it."

"Oh?" John asked, raising an interest. 

"Yes, very exciting indeed, tell them Lestrade." 

"Well, you see guys... We decided to get married!" Lestrade beamed, kissing Mycroft on the neck. 

Sherlock's jaw dropped as John jumped from the couch and ran over to congraduate the two of them. 

"How long has it been you two?" John asked, smiling as he stuck his hands in his pockets. 

"Two and a half years next week." Mycroft smiled. 

"Wow, amazing!" 

"It really has been."

"Oh, and baby brother, I want you to be the best man. There's no one I'd rather have next to me." Mycroft said, walking over and placing a firm hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Would you?" 

Sherlock was speechless. When did these two start dating?! What was going on here?! 

"I... Uh... I need to get some air..." Sherlock said, and he ran out of the flat, grabbing his coat and scarf on the way out.