Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Humor
Summary: The explosion that came from the kitchen really shouldn’t have surprised John all that much, but if two years of living with Sherlock should have taught him anything by now it would be to never make assumptions he wasn’t ready to have proven wrong.
The explosion that came from the kitchen really shouldn’t have surprised him, in retrospect. Honestly, after living for so long in a flat where nighttime gunshots, random body parts, and noxious chemicals were standard operating procedure, a small explosion in the chemistry lab they called a kitchen should not have fazed John in any way. It wasn’t like this was the first time a bomb had gone off in or around the flat either, although to be fair the first had been across the street and the second had failed to detonate thanks to its appallingly shoddy construction. But something about the too-familiar sound of a boom followed by several crashes and the tinkle of broken glass touched a nerve in John that he had thought long dormant by this time, and it wasn’t until he had ducked for cover behind the coffee table that he began to process what had just happened.