Sherlock and John wake up, and the bed is wet in the middle, and they can’t tell who is to blame!

Sadie:

“I don’t know why you’re glaring at me; I’m not the one who did it!”

“Oh, I know you’re not saying I did!”

“There were only two people in this bed, John.”

John stared hard at Sherlock, who was currently stripping off a pair of cold, damp pajama bottoms at his side of the bed, and waited. “…And?” he asked, when it became obvious that no other explanation would be forthcoming.

“And I did not piss in it.”

“You must have, because it WAS. NOT. ME!” John snapped, as he shucked down his own soddened boxer shorts.

Sherlock gave an exasperated sigh and kicked his bottoms off to the side, then turned and began to strip the blankets and sheets from the bed, where there happened to be a very sizable, tell-tale stain. “I have never wet the bed in my life, John.”

“Says the grown man who still wears nappies.”

Sherlock’s back stiffened and he froze, sheet still in hand. Very slowly, he raised his head to peer up at John. “Wears them by choice. Not by necessity. But you…you don’t choose to keep having night terrors, do you?”

Now John froze, holding his wadded boxers in his hand. “That’s not funny,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I wasn’t implying that it was.”

John fought the urge to throw those piss-soaked boxers right into Sherlock’s face. Surely, the other man must be making fun of him. But, when he was finally able to turn and meet Sherlock’s gaze, it was very clear that he had no such intentions. John felt his cheeks begin to pinken, and he cleared his throat. “I’ve never…wet the bed, either,” he said, dropping them into the middle of the sheets and reaching to untuck the corner on his side.

Sherlock continued to stare at him, but remained silent for a time while they finished stripping the bed completely and bundled all the soiled laundry together. At last he stood and took the whole load into his arms. “I’m going to put these in the wash.”

John nodded.

“Then we’ll flip the mattress, and both have a shower.”

John nodded again. These were all good ideas.

“…And I think we should both wear a nappy tonight.”

John looked up at him, startled.

Sherlock gave him a half smile. “Just in case.”

John couldn’t help but return it, and gave a small laugh. “Sure, just in case. Alright, get going, you big baby…I’m not waiting for a shower.”

Sherlock snorted, but he was still grinning when he turned and walked out of the room.

John smirked, and enjoyed the view.