Green or Blue?
I have had this idea for a while it came from listening to Elton John's Your Song and a certain line got me to thinking about John and Sherlock and this is the result. As always please review it makes me so happy.
Disclaimer:
Sadly I don't own Sherlock if I did I wouldn't still be waiting for season 4!
"Completely incompetent as always," Sherlock muttered unceremoniously throwing the Daily Mail on the table on top of John's toast in disgust.
"Hey careful," John muttered gingerly lifting the now marmalade sodden paper off his toast tossing it and the toast in the bin.
"Best place for it," Sherlock commented.
"Yeah well same can't be said for my breakfast," John answered.
"So, make some more toast and stop complaining," Sherlock said.
"I can't, that was the last two slices as someone didn't buy bread regardless of promising they would," John said frustratedly.
"Would you stop focusing on things of such little consequence and concentrate on what really matters."
"Fine Sherlock, what is so important?" John asked.
"This," Sherlock said going over to the bin pulling out the paper ignoring John's protest of disgust as he placed it on the table, flicking furiously through the pages before stopping abruptly. "There," he said stabbing at the relevant article with his finger.
John sighed but began reading the article, when he finished he looked up at Sherlock. "What's the problem?" he asked confused.
"What's the problem?" Sherlock repeated indignantly.
"To conclude, it seems nothing gets past this detective's beady brown eyes," Sherlock said quoting the last line of the article in disgust.
"So, I mean it's not a work of great journalism but it's the Daily Mail so what did you expect? I don't know why you buy it anyway. You just complain when you read it," John said.
"I buy it along with the other papers to keep up to date with the daily goings on in the city. Sometimes while reporting what they consider the apparent news they mention in passing something of much more importance. Regardless of how trivial most of what they publish is I would at least expect them to get the most basic facts right," Sherlock huffed.
"Most basic facts, what are you talking about?"
"Brown John!"
"Brown?" John repeated even more confused than before.
"My eyes John! I would have accepted them reporting my eyes as being green or blue due to my
sectoral heterochromia they do change between the two but never have they been or even looked remotely brown," he said storming from the room.
John sat trying to picture Sherlock's eyes he found he couldn't think of what colour they were. He could see how his eyes lit up at the prospect of a case and how they widened what he discovered something of interest, or how they narrowed slightly when he was displeased and how his left eye always shut when he was tired…he could remember all this yet not the colour…because that wasn't the stuff he noticed about Sherlock, he was more interested in the things that made him Sherlock.
Like how he he was able to sit in the same position for hours without moving when thinking, how his hands were always cold and that he hated fish and had to leave the room when John cooked it as the smell made him feel sick. These were just some of the things he noticed about Sherlock, the truth was there wasn't much about Sherlock as a person that he didn't notice.
It was true that not much got past the great Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective however some things did manage to escape his knowledge. He had no idea his friend, roommate and colleague fell more and more in love with him everyday but could never tell him because he knew he would never feel the same way.