Soooo here it is my first Sherlock fanfiction :) I hope you like it and please leave a comment ;)

My native language is not english it´s german so if you find any mistakes SORRY :( I don´t have someone to beta my stories, if anyone feels up for it feel free to contact me anytime ;)

Also I don´t own any of this I just borrowed ;D

Enjoy

Sherlock woke up rather late feeling run over by a truck . It had started yesterday evening when his throat began to feel sore and his head started to hurt . But the consulting detective had not expected it to get this bad, this fast. He crawled out of bed and lurched to the bathroom. When Sherlock took a good look at himself in the mirror, he thought about a way to hide his illness from his flatmate and friend John Watson. It was going to be really hard but he would have to, because John would start hovering over him all day and all night and he would not let Sherlock solve any Cases for Lestrade at all. So he decided on taking a shower first, maybe he would look a bit better after that. Which was a big disappointment, he still was pale and his cheeks were flushed, dark circles under his eyes spoke of lying awake half of last night. He simply could not sleep, not with his body being unable to decide if he was hot or if he was freezing.

Sherlock went back to his room to get dressed. John was already at work so he would not have to worry about him till after lunch, which was great because he had work to do.

When Sherlock arrived at Scotland Yard Lestrade took a good look before asking "Sherlock are you alright?" "Yes, fine perfectly fine" Sherlock answered passing Lestrade on the way to his office "So" He said turning around, his long coat floating heroically through the air "what do you have for me?" "I don´t have anything I told you on the Phone I…." "You always have something Lestrade come on I am bored!" he cut the DI off. Greg let out a long sigh while letting himself slump into the chair behind his desk. "You don´t look up for it today. Go home, rest I´ll call you once I find something interesting for you to stick your nose in, alright?" He said looking at Sherlock in a kind of caring way. But the detective just got angry with him "If you are hiding something from me I will find out sooner or later so you better tell me while I am still in the mood to help you!" Lestrade stood up again both of his hands flat on the desk his eyes on Sherlock "For god´s sake Sherlock GO HOME!" He yelled one of his hands now pointing towards the door his face red with anger. Sherlock, nearly surprised with Greg´s reaction opened his mouth to say something but Lestrade was quicker "OUT!" was the last thing he said before shoving the detective out of his office and into the hallway the door behind him slamming shut and locking.

Arriving back home Sherlock threw his coat into a corner, popped his shoes off and sat on the couch his knees against his chest bored to death. His head still hurt and he was feeling rather cold but he decided to ignore all of that, his transport was sick so what? He was still brilliant and his mind needed something to work on he thought, getting up but sitting back down instantly when a wave of dizziness hit him. A little nap could not hurt, could it? He stretched out on the couch and was asleep as soon as his head hit the cushions.

John came home a little late. There were so many sick people in London and they all seemed to have just one surgery to go to. But he had managed to buy some groceries on the way home. Proud with himself he stepped into the flat "éllo!" he said to Sherlock who was lying on the sofa, one arm over his eyes, but there was no response. John sat the grocery bags down onto the kitchen table, got rid of his jacket, scarf and shoes and tiptoed to the figure on the sofa. He could not be asleep now could he? He never slept during the day and rarely during the night. "Sherlock" he whispered but nothing. Seeing the rhythmic rise and fall of his flatmates chest John raised his brows in surprise. So he was asleep, Sherlock Holmes was sound asleep at quarter past five in the evening. A day to mark red in his calendar, John thought. He got a blanket, carefully wrapped his friend in it and trolled off to the kitchen to make dinner. When he was halfway through with it his phone beeped, a text from Lestrade.

Sherlock ok? He seemed a bit off today, just checking! –GL

John frowned and texted back

Yeah he is asleep on the sofa, can you believe it? – JW

Soon after he hit the "send" button his phone beeped again

He is not sick is he? Sherlock never sleeps. – GL

Curious now about what was going on, John stood up and walked as silently as he could, till he reached the still asleep Sherlock. He lay there in the same position he had been in when John came home, still breathing equally under the blanket. "Hey Sherlock!" John tried again this time not whispering. The detective made a little noise of discomfort and pulled the blanket up to his chin using the hand that was not occupied with lying on his face. "What´s wrong?" John wanted to know. As an answer he got a very silent "could you please not yell like that?". "I am not yelling Sherlock! Now move your arm away and look at me!" John commanded "Can´t" Said Sherlock "What do you mean you can´t? Come on!" He grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled his arm off his face let go of it and saw it slamming down on Sherlock's stomach seconds after. "What is wrong with your arm Sherlock?" John nearly shouted taking Sherlock´s hand into his own examining it "nothing it is fine! It just fell asleep, happens when a limb is elevated for a while you should know that!" John´s cheeks flushed a little "what is wrong with the rest of you then... you never sleep during the day" he said letting go of Sherlock´s hand. "I don´t know and I don´t care and pleaaase John could you whisper?" the detective said pulling the blanket over his eyes. "Well, I could find out and if you haven´t noticed already I do care, have to for your sake" Sherlock just grunted at that turning away from John. "Let me sleep!" He said after a bit of silence, he could still feel John crouching next to the sofa. "I am not doing anything!" John said in defence "You are hovering and thinking it makes my head hurt and I can´t fall back asleep!" Sherlock whined. What happened next caught the detective off guard. He felt nice cool fingers on his scalp slowly making their way from the back of his head to his forehead and back massaging in slow circles. He almost wanted to push his head back against them like a cat, instead he just sighed. John was surprised himself he had never touched Sherlock´s soft dark hair before and it felt good under his fingertips, he had not thought about it just reached out and began stoking. He was glad that Sherlock seemed to be enjoying it otherwise it would have been quite an awkward situation. "Your head is really hot Sherlock" He said trying not to talk to loud "thank you" came a muffled reply from the man lying before him. "NO! Not like that you git! You know what I mean!" He said stopping the stroking and noticing his friend wince a little at the loss of contact. "I know!" Sherlock said turning toward John "I was just teasing please don´t stop!" He nudged his head in John's direction, a sign for him to continue what he had been doing before. And he did, stroking through Sherlock's curls with his left hand and placing the other on his forehead "but I mean it Sherlock you´re burning up, any other symptoms?" Sherlock sighed audibly, and there he was John Watson in his doctor mode "Headache, dizziness, my throat is sore" he stated "okay wait here I´ll be right back!" John said with a last stroke of his friend's head before he got up and headed for the stairs. "Where else would I go!?" Sherlock shouted after him waving his arms through the air in a big annoyed gesture.