A Chance Meeting
The story of how a chance meeting can result in something life changing
It was a warm summer's afternoon on the streets of London. John was walking down the high-street alongside his best friend Sherlock. They had been walking for half an hour when John finally broke the silence and said "so where are we going?"
"You'll see soon enough" replied Sherlock. All the while John had not once taken his eyes off that dark, curly mop of hair and those razor sharp cheekbones. Out of the corner of his bright, deep green eyes Sherlock had noticed John's constant watching him.
Since it was a warm day, Sherlock had traded his long coat, scarf and tight pants for a plain white t-shirt and a long pair of dark blue shorts. John couldn't help but notice Sherlock's exquisite figure now that the coat was out of the picture. His collarbone in particular stood out and caught John's eye on a number of occasions. Sherlock once again noticed John staring at him and started trying to deduce what was running through his friend's mind. However he drew a blank, he just couldn't work it out and this really frustrated him.
After a bit more walking, from over the road there was a soft voice calling to them.
"Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes? Is that you?" said the voice. John didn't hear it as he was too bust gawping at the magnificent stallion that is Sherlock Holmes, however Sherlock did hear it and turned swiftly around. He looked around for a moment and then exclaimed "JIM!" It was his old university housemate Jim Moriarty. John sighed and looked unimpressed at the sudden turn of events; his Sherlock was no longer concentration on him. While Jim and Sherlock spoke rapidly catching up with each other John stood there in the middle of the street unaware as to what was going on.
"Anyone want to come to the pub?" said John as he was still unaware of where he was supposed to be going.
"I don't drink" said Jim and Sherlock simultaneously, Jim looked at John as if to say I'm sorry for taking Sherlock away from you whereas Sherlock looked at john as if to say what are you doing John you know I don't drink. This really upset John as both Jim and Sherlock were now laughing at what seemed to be his expense.
John was really annoyed by now and at this point said "sod this, I'm going to the pub on my own, you know where to find me" and walked away without looking back, he was trying so hard to hold back his tears but a few escaped from the corner of his eye. Sherlock turned around away from Jim and put his hand out to grab John's arm but it was too late, he was already gone. When he turned back around Jim looked straight at him and said "you're such an idiot" Sherlock looked at him with a confused expression on his face, one that no one had ever seen before.
"What do you mean?" asked Sherlock more puzzled than ever
"It's so obvious" said Jim "John likes you"
"Well of course he does, otherwise he wouldn't have moved into 221B" said Sherlock still confused
"No" replied Jim "he LIKES you, can't you see it?"
" Oh" said the now aware Sherlock
"And you like him too, I can see it in your eyes" Jim was now grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had worked out the one thing Sherlock couldn't understand.
"What should I do?" Sherlock asked
"Go after him you fool!"
So Sherlock ran down the street as fast as his long legs could carry him. Just as John was about to open the door to the pub he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Sherlock stood there, just staring straight into his eyes. Then Sherlock's hand moved from John's shoulder onto his waist quickly followed by the other one. He held John tightly and then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on John's lips. They stood there embracing one another until Sherlock finally said "I'm never letting you go. I love you John Hamish Watson".