The Orphan
Chapter 1:
John was sitting at his computer. He had been typing about the last adventure he and Sherlock had had. But he stopped halfway through a sentence. He had looked up to see what Sherlock was doing. What he saw was not surprising. Sherlock as lying on the couch. One of his legs was dangling of the couch and his hand folded together. He was asleep. His black hair all curly and messy. But John found it hard to not look at him. He seemed so peacefully and happy.
He felt the urge to go to Sherlock and fall asleep next to him. But he couldn't do that, he wasn't gay. Was he? He had been doubting it for a while. And it scared him. It wasn't the first time he had been staring at Sherlock. He would look at his beautiful face as he was thinking, or stair at his beautiful behind as he was walking. Wait. What? Did he just call Sherlock's behind beautiful?
This wasn't the first time he caught himself think about Sherlock like that either. The scariest time was when he was dating one of his girlfriends, he didn't even remember her name anymore. She had black curly long hair and green eyes. She had been taller and thinner then him. One day he was going to her flat when his mind drifted to Sherlock. When he arrived at her flat he had said: Hello Sherlock. And the door was smashed closed in his face. He then realized he had been dating a woman that looked quite a lot like Sherlock!
He heard cuffing and refocused. Instead of a sleeping Sherlock there was a completely awake and active Sherlock sitting in the couch. Starring right back at him. *John? What were you doing?* He asked smiling. *Nothing Sherlock. I was just thinking. Now put that smirk away for Anderson.*
John looked back at his computer and started to type again. He was pretty sure Sherlock knew what was going around in his head, but at least he had kept his mouth shut for a while.
*John.* *Yes Sherlock?* *Where are my fingers?* Every other person would have found this a really strange question, but for John it was normal. *Mrs. Hudson threw them out. They were stinking.* He heard Sherlock sight in annoys. *Ugh. I'm going to the market.* Now this was strange. Sherlock never, ever went to the market. *Uhm, Sherlock. You do realize that you can't buy human fingers at a regular market. Well, actually, in now market at all. **I know that John. I'm not stupid. **Well, why are you going then? You never go to the market.* *I am terribly bored John. No case. No interesting case have come in yet and now my fingers are gone. And I noticed we are out of milk and eggs. So I am going to the market for some fun.
*No, Sherlock!* I said hastily. I knew what Sherlock thought what fun was, no other person thought of those things as fun. *Don't go insulting people or anything worse just to not be bored. **Don't worry John. I won't put us to shame. I'm merely going to polish my deducing skills and check on my markers personally.*
Before John could add anything more to "the list of things Sherlock couldn't do" Sherlock had grabbed his jacket and headed out one the streets.