Title: Bedtime for 221B

Author: Akisura12

Summary: A collection of conversations John and Sherlock have at night. J/S.

Warnings: Rated T. Includes non-graphic Sherlock/John…Swears, innuendoes, the like.

Disclaimer: Sherlock the TV series in which I am writing from is in no way mine or affiliated with me. Sherlock is property of the BBC and Sherlock Holmes is the creation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

A/N: Please enjoy~! Reviews are much appreciated, I will always reply .

i. Food

"John."

"What, Sherlock."

"I don't like eating."

"I know. Go to sleep."

"Food slows me down."

"So you've said. Go to sleep."

"It's useless."

"What, sleeping?"

"No, eating."

"…Sherlock, why are you telling me this now?"

"Because you made me eat to tonight."

"Sherlock, it'd been 40 hours since your last meal, of course I made you eat."

"I can last longer than that."

"Yes, I know you can. But Sherlock, it's not good for you to do that."

"Yes it is."

"Okay, Sherlock, tell me why eating is bad for you."

"My work. It slows me down."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"…"

"Sherlock? Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Right."

"…I'm allergic to food John."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Yes, and I really think that's not possible, Sherlock."

"Well not food directly, per say. Just the stuff that in it."

"Nutrients?"

"No. But eating just makes me want to… I can't stand it."

"Are you naturally anorexic, Sherlock?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Well then. I guess that explains a lot. Have you ever seen a doctor about it?"

"When I was a kid."

"And?"

"I kicked him in the shins and ran away."

"…Very mature."

"I was four, John."

"Oh."

"John."

"What, Sherlock."

"You get me to eat."

"Yeah, I do."

"It's a phenomenal achievement."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't really a compliment."

"Hmm. Go to sleep Sherlock."