The inspiration for this fic came to me when I was reading the news. I don't own the characters or the BBC sadly. Later in the story where there's brackets, that's Sherlock thinking :)
Lying on his bed in a foetal positsion, John could barely believe it still. His sister Harry had died, hit by a bus no less. Optimistic people might think it was a good thing because as it turned out she had liver disease which would of killed her painfully whereas with the bus, she died on scene. John found he couldn't shed any tears. The fact that he wasn'tusually a crying person or that he was still in shock he didn't know. All he knew was that his last living family member was dead and he was all alone family wise.
In the living room, Sherlock was worrying. John hadn't spoke to anyone or come out his room for a few days wasn't like John to miss meals or not talk to people, that was Sherlock's area. Deciding to brave it, Sherlock walked to John's room and knocked on the door before entering. Sherlock's heart sank a little when he saw John lying there.
"John?"
Sherlock was met with silence. He walked over to the bed wearily.
"John?" "yeah Sherlock?"
Sherlock sighed in relief
"Are you ok?"
John scoffed
"What do you think?"
Sherlock thought about it
"A bit not good?"
John let out a harsh laugh which turned into a sort of sob. Sherlock walked over to bed and with a seconds hesitation, lay down on it and turned John round
into his arms. John really started crying then, with tears streaming down his face.
Sherlock tried to think of things that would help (inconnection with blood pressure, kissing prevents the production ofthe stress hormone, glucocorticoid, which is the culprit of highblood pressue,weak muscles and insomnia). Sherlock did the only thing hecould think of and gently pressed his lips on John's and moved them like he'd seen in movies. Gradually, John stopped crying and startedkissing back, holding onto his shoulders like he could never let go. Sherlock kept his arms loosely around John's waist, anchoring him there. Once John had calmed down, Sherlock pulled back and looked down into John's face.
"Better?"
John smiled and nodded.
"Better. Thanks Sherlock"
Sherlock shrugged as if to say 'think nothing of it'. He then turned John back round and pressed against his back so he was spooning him.
"Sherlock-" Sherlock shushed him
"Go to sleep" so John did.
Sherlock didn't leave him all night.
So what did you think of this one? I know Sherlock might be out of character but it's so hard to write him in character. This was going to be the first sex scene that I wrote but it got a little too steamy and I was blushing as I wrote it so I'm clearly not ready for that. It was good though so at least you have something to look forward to when I get to that stage :3 this is more of a friendship fic than a relationship or start of a relationship. I will get to those stories. I just thought that this was too cute and something that Sherlock might do if he was las sociopathic and more innocent. Feedback is love :3
