After The Wizard
Chapter One
AN: I know I said that John falls in love with the Wizard and would he want to go home after all and then there wasn't any obvious love. Well just hold on, prepare for another plot twist (ish), The clue was in the last line of Sherlock Of Oz. That's all I'm gonna say, Just read this story and you'll see what my plot twist is ;) hehe. I do have a plan for everything ya know, I don't just make this shit up :p xxxx
Summary: Sherlock never asked about Oz and never read John's blog about it either. He had decided to just keep it as John's secret. But now, two weeks later, Sherlock's curiosity has gotten the better of him.
"You never told me about that dream you had." Sherlock says after breakfast.
"Which dream?" John asks, looking up from the paper he's reading.
"The one about, um, Oz."
"Oh, well, it's on my blog. You could have read it there."
"Yes, but I wanted to hear it from you."
"Well, it was just ... I was in Afghanistan and a hurricane hit and then I was in Oz ..."
"And? Who was there?"
"Well, have you read the Wizard of Oz?"
"I skimmed through it so I know the general jist."
"Well, there was a scarecrow that reminded me of Lestrade, a tin man that reminded me of Mycroft ..."
Sherlock smirks widely.
"What?" John asks his brilliant flat mate.
"The tin man wanted a heart."
"Yes, and?"
"Nothing, just carry on."
"A lion that reminded me of Mike, a good witch that reminded me of Molly and a wicked witch that reminded me of ..."
"Of who?"
"Doesn't matter." John replies, shaking his head.
"John." Sherlock presses firmly.
"Irene! Okay, she reminded me of Irene, okay?"
Sherlock struggles to suppress a giggle which causes John to giggle too.
"You're that jealous?" Sherlock asks without thinking amidst giggling.
"What?" John asks, all laughter from his voice gone now.
"Nothing."
"Why would I be jealous of her?"
"I don't know, John."
"That makes a change."
"But, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Oh. Um, continue, John."
"Yeah, and basically we went on this journey to ask the Wizard if I could get home and so that the scarecrow, tin man and lion could get what they wanted too."
"Who did the Wizard remind you of?"
"Um, I can't remember." John replies, looking at the floor.
"John, you're not that stupid."
"Not that stupid? Who was there, Sherlock? Where you? Did you end up in a coma?! No!"
It's a low blow but John's sick of Sherlock's arrogance.
"I'm sorry, John."
"Yes, well. The Wizard reminded me of you, if you must know."
"Really? You think that highly of me?"
"Why, who were you expecting it to be?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Well, it was weird because it was like ... modern. I mean, the Wizard had a car not a balloon. And the Wicked Witch of the East was a warlock instead and had a ruby red tie."
"You had a ruby tie? Um, like this one?" Sherlock asks, picking up a package from under the desk and handing it to John.
"What? You bought me a tie? How did you know?"
"I skimmed through your blog, didn't read it. Just skimmed and that stuck out at me."
"Sherlock, you didn't have to ... thank you."
"You're welcome, John."
John smiles and pulls the tie out of the box, tying it round his neck loosely and wriggling it a bit.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it, Sherlock." John replies, grabbing Sherlock's hand before he can walk away and pulling him down so he can kiss his cheek.
John suddenly realizes what he's done and coughs awkwardly.
"Sorry."
"Not a problem, John." Sherlock replies, spinning on his heels as his cheeks start to colour red.
"I am sorry, Sherlock."
"I've done worse to you. After all, I did put you in a coma."
"It was an accident, Sherlock."
"That happens a lot, doesn't it?"
"Hey, I don't regret any of it, ya know? I've loved every minute of our time together."
"Really? You're happy risking your life all the time?"
"It reminds me of Afghanistan. The feeling of being needed, the life or death situations, the adrenaline. I shouldn't like it but ... I do."
"You must be mad." Sherlock smirks, looking back at John.
"Only as mad as you." John grins back.
"I guess so."
"Anyway, as I was saying when we finally got to the Wizard, he told us to kill the Wicked Witch and bring back her broom before he'd give us what we asked for."
"I bent you enjoyed that. Did she say 'I'm melting'?"
"Actually, I cut her head off with an axe."
"I can see why you chose Irene then."
"Hey! I didn't choose Irene! It just happened."
"Are you jealous of her?" Sherlock asks again.
"Why do you keep asking me that?"
"John, you kissed me on the cheek. Don't people do that when they're interested in someone?"
"Um, well ..." John replies, looking at the floor.
Sherlock moves and sits down on the floor in front of John, just looking at John expectantly.
John looks up and locks eyes with Sherlock; who moves slowly forward, placing a hand on John's knee and leaning in until he's nose to nose with John.
"Sherlock." John whispers, but he finds himself unable to move away.
"Tell me more about this Wizard. Was he handsome? Did he make your heart skip a beat? Did he ever get this close to you?"
"N ... No." John stammers softly.
"Did you want to kiss him? Or was it me you wanted to kiss?"
"Sh ... Sherlock, we ... can't."
"Please, John. Tell me about him, John." Sherlock whispers in such a husky voice that John is sure it's too much of a turn on to be natural.
"He was very ... beautiful and ... brilliant. I was sure I fell for him ... the minute I met him. But I wanted ... to punch him as well. He was such a ... dick to my friends. But ... I guess that doesn't matter."
"Do you want me, John? Do you want to punch me ... or kiss me?"
"Both." John replies without thinking.
Sherlock pulls away a little in shock, he was sure that John would never see him in a romantic way.
"John."
"Sherlock, stop thinking for once and just kiss me." John replies, a seductive smile appearing.
"But ... you said we can't. So ..."
"Alright then, I'll just go to bed." John says, mock sadness in his tone.
"John." Sherlock whispers, jumping up and grabbing John's arm.
He slowly pulls him back a few steps and tentatively leans in, pecking him softly on the lips.
John smiles against his lips, loving that for once Sherlock hasn't got a clue what to do.
Sherlock pulls away, giving a nervous glance at the floor as his cheeks flush red again.
"Hey, I know you don't understand your feelings but this is progress. Well, if you like me that way, that is?"
"Um, yes, I do. I just ... you're right, I don't understand. Can you help me?"
"Yeah. In fact, we can help each other because I've never had these feelings before either, well not for a guy anyway."
"Are you sure you like me in that way too?"
"Sherlock, I just kissed you. First on the cheek and then on the lips. Do I really have to spell it out?" John asks softly, his hand reaching up to Sherlock's cheek like he's done it a million times.
"Well ... Um. I guess not." Sherlock replies, chewing his bottom lip and actually relaxing into John's touch.
John smiles softly at Sherlock's action, moving his hand to the nape of his neck and pulling him forward again.
"So, what do we do now?" Sherlock whispers and John can see his mask crumbling.
"How about we just sit on the couch for a bit?" John suggests, grabbing Sherlock's hand and pulling him to towards the couch.
"Okay ... Can I ... Can I lay down?" Sherlock asks as John sits down on the couch.
"If you like." John replies, patting the seat next to him.
Sherlock smiles shyly and lays down on the couch, resting his head in John's lap.
"What do you want to watch?"
"Um, I don't mind." Sherlock replies, chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Oh. Okay. Doctor Who?"
"Well, as you enjoy it so much, I suppose I can try and get into it." Sherlock replies with a shrug.
"Oh, alright then." John smiles happily, glad that Sherlock is being co-operative for once.
"No complaints, and no remarks about crap plot twists, I really like this show."
"I can't make any promises." Sherlock grins wickedly.
"... Fine." John sighs before turning on Doctor Who on Watch.
"So which companion is this again? Is this the River one or the Rose one?"
"It's River Song, Sherlock. I thought you remembered everything."
"It's Doctor Who. Of course I don't remember it. I only remember the interesting stuff."
"Yet, you remember what fragrance my aftershave is and what my shampoo smells like." John smiles softly, ruffling Sherlock's hair.
"That's because it's you." Sherlock whispers.
"Oh."
"… Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, it's nice." John replies, stroking Sherlock's cheek.
"So, a bit good then?"
"Yes, a bit good." John grins, a small chuckle escaping.
"I'm glad."
Later That Day
"Boys, Mycroft is here. Boys!" Mrs Hudson calls, making her way up the stairs. "Boys … Oh." She smiles softly at the sight in front of her.
"Mrs Hudson." Mycroft calls, finally making his way up the stairs. "Is everything alright …" He stops mid-sentence as he sees his brother and the doctor fast asleep on the couch. "Ah, well, I'll be going then. Goodbye, Mrs Hudson."
"Well, I'm sure I can wake them up, Mycroft." Mrs Hudson replies, running after the older Holmes.
"No need. That's all I needed to know."
"Oh, well …" Mrs Hudson replies unsurely.
"I just wanted to see if my brother had made the 'leap' yet, so to speak. And it's plainly obvious that he has."
"Oh, I don't think you can take that as face value, Mycroft. They are very close friends."
"Trust me, Mrs Hudson, they are soon to be more. I just hope they don't disturb you." Mycroft replies with a smile, causing the landlady to blush as she realises what he's implying.
"I'm sure they'll be very considerate." She finally says with a smile.
"I'm sure. Goodbye, Mrs Hudson." The older Holmes replies, opening the door and making his way down the steps.
"Goodbye, Mycroft. Come round again soon for tea and biscuits."
"Oh, I will, Mrs Hudson." He smiles, climbing into his car.
x..x
"I'm guessing that the situation has changed?" Jennifer asks as the older Holmes closes the door.
"Yes, indeed it has, Jennifer."
"Oh, not Anthea, anymore." She retorts, directing a smile at her phone.
"Which would you prefer, Jennifer?"
This causes the young woman to look up in surprise; he's never asked for her real name and has definitely never asked if she prefers it to Anthea.
"Will Jennifer be a regular occurrence, Sir?"
"If you prefer it. I was growing tired of the name Anthea anyway." He replies, looking out the window,
"Then Jennifer it is, Sir."
"Yes, indeed." He finally turns to her and gives her a smile.
She replies in kind, before going back to her mobile.
"So what of the younger Holmes and his doctor then?"
"Only time will tell, Jennifer." Mycroft replies, smiling as the city passes him by.
Okay, the Anthea/Jennifer bit does have a point. Apart from the fact that I think both Mark Gatiss and Mycroft are either obsessed with the name or are too lazy to change it ;) I wanted to mix it up and show a little change in Mycroft's behavior. I think that (yet know otherwise) if John and Sherlock ever got together that Mycroft would probably be okay with it as he knows John and has had the suspicion that John, if not loves him, then at least has had a crush on him for a few years and if he's been able to put up with him for that long then he's okay to date Sherlock.
Second chapter will be up soon, promise xxxx