AN: Hellllooo everyone!
I promised a new story a while back so, here it is! (Sorry I'm late! XD)
Anyways, JohnLock is my OTP, so I will be writing ALOT of JohnLock Fics! :3
Also, if you haven't already, check out my other story: Discovery of Suppressed Emotions!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters used.
Happy Reading!~
John was completely pissed off.
He just wanted to have a good time with Mary but then, when he took her inside the flat, there were body parts laying around the kitchen and research papers tossed around the living room area with the Skull on top of it all. John casually went up to Sherlock and asked what he was up to and that seemed to scare Mary even more and she ended up leaving.
After Mary left, John went back to the living room to try to tidy up after Sherlock and, apparently, the Skull. When he finished, he stormed into the kitchen and crossed his arms waiting for Sherlock to acknowledge his presence.
When Sherlock finally looked up, he scanned John's face before he looked down again.
"You're angry with me."
John chuckled and shook his head.
"Yeah, that's a brilliant deduction there. Very good."
Sherlock stood up from his chair and looked down at John with his usual uninterested stare and dramatically sighed.
"What could I have possibly done for you to be upset with me?"
John stared.
"Sherlock, I told you this morning that I was bringing Mary here to the flat tonight. You could have at least cleaned up a bit." John lectured as he gestured to the mess that was now neatly organized in the corner of the room.
Sherlock stared at John for a moment before he walked over to the kitchen.
John paused for a moment before turning to the kitchen to where Sherlock was currently serving himself some tea. John licked the bottom of his lip, looked down and clenched his hand into a fist a couple of times before he looked up back at Sherlock.
"So, that's it then? Your not even going to bloody say or do anything?"
Sherlock inhaled angrily before hastily placing his tea cup down and storming over to face John once again.
"I am not a maid, I am a Consultant Detective. I do not wish to be doing meaningless things when there are many cases out there waiting to be solved. Now, if you would excuse me."
John sighed and glanced down real quick before he stared into Sherlock's ocean colored eyes one again and licked his bottom lip once again.
"Cleaning every once in awhile isn't going to bloody kill you!"
Sherlock raised his hands in mock defeat as he walked back into the kitchen to serve his tea.
John shook his head and went up to his room.
When he got there, he got a suitcase out from his closet and picked out a few clothes and some necessities and packed them up. He was about to exit his room but then Sherlock showed up.
"John, what do you assume- oh, your leaving to Mary's now, are you?"
John gripped the suitcase tightly while answering.
"Yes, of course I am. I need to get away for a bit."
Sherlock paused for a moment.
"John, you surely must know I simply cannot fulfill your requests-."
John held up his hand to silence him.
"I know. Actually, I should have known. I think I was expecting too much out of you..."
Sherlock opened his mouth to say something but he paused, and for a moment, there was a heavy silence over them before Sherlock finally formulated his words.
"John... I've never had a flatemate stay for as long as you have. It would be... inconvenient if you left."
John leaned against the doorway and gestured Sherlock to continue.
"So, tell me what I can do to make you more satisfied in living here... with me."
John thought for a moment and replied, "Be normal."
Sherlock didn't respond for a moment before his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
Sherlock let out a deep chuckle.
"Isn't that a bit dull?"
Unlike Sherlock's genuine chuckle, John forced his out along with a fake smile.
"Yeah, um, I was trying to make a joke but, it didn't turn out so well."
Sherlock stepped directly in front of John and patted his shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Of course." Sherlock said before he went down the stairs and turned into the kitchen.
Once Sherlock was out of view, John pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before making his way outside to hail a taxi.
Sherlock paused from browsing through crime files and stared at the hallway when he heard John's heavy footsteps make their way downstairs and the opening and closing of the front door.
When Sherlock looked down to resume reading, he noticed his hands were clutching the papers rather harshly and caused them to be wrinkled and shriveled, so he tossed them aside and made his way to his couch and sat down.
A few hours later, the front door opened and closed and, eventually, steps heavier than Johns were heard from the staircase. The person placed his umbrella near the entrance to the living room and took a seat on John's seat and crossed his fingers together on top of his lap.
"Well, Sherlock, what kind of predicament have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." Sherlock sneered before he took a seat across his eldest brother.
"Nothing you say? Well, I found what you told Doctor Watson to be very touching. You seem to be really attached to him. It's quite adorable actually."
Sherlock glared at Mycroft.
'Those bloody Security Cameras...'
"Don't call me adorable and please do stop interfering with my affairs."
Mycroft chucked.
"Dear brother, it's obvious you need help and you know I am the only one to provide it for you. I suggest you hear what I have to say first."
Sherlock scoffed.
"What makes you think I require your help?"
Mycroft hummed.
"You want to keep John here, yes?"
Against Sherlock's own will, his breath stopped in his throat. A few seconds later, when Sherlock breathed out, he blinked in confusion and put a hand to his throat.
Mycroft smirked.
"Sherlock, you need John just as John needs you. Now, I have arranged a plan to keep him here. Will you listen?"
Sherlock looked up to his brother's eyes for a moment before nodding his head.
Mycroft explained his plan and told Sherlock the role he had to play in making the plan work.
When Mycroft finished, Sherlock crossed his fingers and rested his head on them in deep thought.
"Do you think you will be able to do this swiftly?"
Sherlock was silent for a while before he looked up and stared at Mycroft's amused expression.
"Yes."
AN: OOOOOOOO, Sherlock is going to change!~~
But how?
Will he be cute, or classy, or... will he be... sexy? XD
Find out in the next chapter!
(BTW, I'm planning on having no more than 5 chapters this time.)
Have a nice day!~~