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DISCLAIMER: Of course I don't own Sherlock, idiot.
A storm was coming.
Sherlock could feel it. The sky was darkened, the air was thick, and John was napping on the couch. Head facing the back of the sofa, covered with a Union Jack blanket, and slightly curled in upon himself, John seemed to be in a place of uttermost bliss. He was entirely unaware of his impending doom.
Gladstone, the mangy mutt that John had insisted on adopting, was sprawled lazily across the floor. He seemed to be enjoying an afternoon nap at his master's feet, but Sherlock knew that that would soon be over.
Sherlock sat in his chair taking in the scene. Gladstone's ears were starting to perk up as if he sensed the change in the weather. John, however, was oblivious to the real world. Sherlock winced. This is a bit not good, he thought.
And then it happened.
The thunder crashed through the air of London and into 221B. Immediately Gladstone was on his feet and took a deep, shuddering breath.
Oh God, here we go.
Such a shrieking, powerful noise escaped through the dog's throat that it seemed to shake the flat along with the thunder. John jerked awake instantly, and flipped over the side of the couch and onto the floor.
Sherlock struggled to keep from laughing as he rose from his chair to grab Gladstone by the collar. John was half-sitting, half-lying on the floor trying to disentangle himself from the sheets. He was obviously quite disoriented, sweeping the flat with wide eyes.
"Sher…what?"
Here, Sherlock had to laugh. Giggling at John, he replied, "Bit of a thunderstorm. Go back to sleep, John; I'll look after Gladstone."
Mumbling thanks, and quite possibly a few curses, John rose to his feet and dramatically flopped back down on the couch.
Sherlock smiled as he held Gladstone's leash and sipped his tea. How could John be so mundane, and yet so brave, loyal, caring, and brilliant?
He decided to put the thought out of his mind until he had the space of a few uninterrupted days to interpret the mystery of his flatmate, and friend.
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