Just a small set of Sherlock drabbles, written while watching the episodes they center around. Just things I noticed in the moment and stuff. It's all Johnlock atm, and I've only written for TGG through the Fall, but that by no means implies I won't do more eventually, i'd really appreciate any feedback as this goes along, I haven't written fanfics in ages and my writing style has changed considerably. Hope you enjoy!
Sherlock's heart had just stopped, he was sure of it.
He certainly wasn't breathing, how silly John would tell him that was, if this were any other situation. But John was currently encased in explosives, and Sherlock was just barely managing his unexpected fear. He was absolutely terrified. Sherlock had never felt like this before, not the tightened vocal chords, not the tremor coursing through him that he was barely keeping under control… he'd never felt like this before. And so his smarter, less human side went to work on autopilot, while every human facet of him focused entirely on John and John alone, calculating every possible way out of this, even if it meant just getting John out alive, Sherlock didn't matter in this equation. His best friend…
Sherlock didn't say it, and wouldn't say it, but it was more than a simple attachment to John, more than a mere usefulness, that made Sherlock keep him close. He was another Mrs. Hudson, but even closer, on some levels; Sherlock would do very little for other people unless it had great purpose, but Sherlock would go to the ends of the earth and do anything for John Watson. There was no doubting it.
But just like that, before the human side could catch up and relax, it was over. The machine had defused the situation (quite literally). Finally.
Sherlock ran to his friend and tried to hide the fact that his hands were trembling as he unzipped the coat and tossed it aside, as far away from John as possible. He was grasping him, patting down his jumper, and while he registered that John was responding to something he was probably asking, he couldn't for the life of him tell what he was saying, or John's reply. He saw John find purchase against the nearest change cubicle as he reached for something to steady himself against, and glancing once more that he was alright, ran out the door to look for any sign of Moriarty. Seeing none, he dashed back inside, pacing frantically back and forth.
"I'm glad no one saw that," John said, chuckling.
"Hmm?"
"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk," he breathed out with another laugh.
"People do little else," Sherlock replied. His first coherent words with John, and it was to joke over stripping a bomb off of him. Goodness, the lives they lead…
Trouble would return that night, and the machine would take over once again, and once more, Moriarty would disappear, not to return for quite some time… but 'quite some time' can't mean forever, now, can it?
Idk about this one, but I hope it was okay :P I'll post the next one ASAP, but I gotta go to bed- huuuge migraine right now :P Thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoyed! :D