Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to Sherlock Holmes, the characters and whatsoever. Sherlock Holmes is intellectual property of Sir Conan Doyle. The new versions of the characters are copyrighted to Warner Brothers and Robbie Downey Jr & Judy Law for their interpretation of the characters. Chapter 1 written by Sh00ter.

Of All the Times that We Tried

Chapter 1

And cried…

Watson just woke up. A second ago he was sleeping and dreaming about the past days. But once awake he couldn't remember all he dreamed about. Sherlock was still asleep at his side, a drop of saliva was half out of his mouth and bizarre growls came from down his throat. Watson retained a laugh and jumped in his slippers. He stared again at his sleeping friend and smiled, then got out of the room and made some coffee. The Doctor sat in his usual chair and took his newspaper to read the daily news. He couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock's growls when he was sleeping. It was one of the most adorable things he had never seen in his entire life, if not the most. Thirty minutes later the detective was in the main room, his hair all messed up, scratching his back, one slipper missing and heavy eyes.

- Hi, my dear Watson! Sherlock said in a sigh.

- Why, hello, Sherlicket! Replied the Doctor with a smile.

Sherlock stopped and stared at Watson, wonder on his face.

-…Nevermind! Holmes answered, looking at the coffee and still scratching his back.

- How are you feeling this morning? Still this headache?

- Well, began Sherlock while getting a cup of coffee, not really…I feel much better, thanks Watson.

Watson answered with a smile that was returned by Holmes. This last looked shy. He sat in his chair and drank his whole cup in three or four seconds. Watson opened big round eyes. Sherlock turn his head and looked at his friend with that stupid smile Watson likes so much. Though, he never told him that kind of thing. For that "kind of thing" was forbidden for him. For them both.

Watson returned the smile, but forgot to get his eyes back on his newspaper and was still looking Sherlock and his pretty smile. He looked so dumb but that's the way the Doctor loved him.

- You're o.k., Watson? Asked Sherlock, a little worried, making those eyes that Watson couldn't resist. One more thing among the billion other things that he loved about him.

- Yes. Yes, I'm—I'm fine!

- Oh! You look a little weird, dear! Lemme see that!

- W-what?

Sherlock jumped out of his seat out of a sudden and approached the Doctor. He took his magnifier that was lying on the table between their two chairs and looked deeply in Watson's eyes. Watson moved his head backward, but Sherlock clenched his neck with his left hand. "Do not move!" Sherlock said straight. The detective had now his knees on each side of Watson's and was getting closer and closer, still looking in Watson's eyes with his magnifier, seeking for something that did not exist, in Watson's view. Watson was starting to shiver and sweat. He wanted to grab Sherlock's waist with his hands but he stopped himself before it could get to this. Even though his mind hard wished to, his body wouldn't make a move. But it was too late.

- Nothing in there! Sherlock suddenly said while bringing his feet back on the ground, to then reach his chair.

- Hum…Holmes..!

- Hmmmm?

- What were you seeking for?

- I don't know! A tumour maybe…

- I don't have any! Sherlock are you mad?

Holmes smiled again. That smile Watson couldn't resist. He turned his eyes somewhere else not to suffer this burning pain in his chest once more.