AN: This is part of my April Fanfiction challenge. Please reveiw :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, the BBC, it's characters or any such thing...which is sad.
John had loved rainy days, had being the important word. Before Sherlock, rainy days meant a comfy chair, a good book, and some hot tea. Now rainy days usually meant standing next to a dead body, getting soaked to the bone, and listening to Sherlock complain about the evidence that was being washed away.
Everyone who had already had a bad mood because of the weather would have a worse one because of Sherlock. Sherlock would be his normal, rude self which when coupled with the bad London rain only made people more cross with him. Anderson would become horrid, Donovan downright cruel, and even Lestrade would lose his patience. By the time someone was ready to hit Sherlock, the detective would be finished and ready to wander London for clues.
John would follow along as usual, no complaints except for a few muttered words. Together they would run around London for most of the day until Sherlock had found the culprit or decided he needed to go home to think.
After a day, much like the one above, all John wanted was a nice hot shower and a warm cup of tea.
John walked upstairs after grabbing the mail. He expected to see his flat mate lying on the couch dripping on the furniture and floor. But all he heard was the sound of water coming from the bathroom. No he bloody didn't.
John marched to the bathroom and threw the door open. "Sherlock Holmes, get out of the bloody shower." He yelled at the dark blue shower curtain which was hiding his friend. John heard the man sigh. "I'll be done in a few minutes John." Replied the man from the shower slightly annoyed. "That wasn't a request, Sherlock. That was a bloody order! Get out of the shower now! Or I will make you get out!" John commanded once again this time a military edge to his voice. Captain John Watson was not taking no for an answer.
Sherlock was shocked at the tone in John's voice. John rarely got mad and when he did it was usually directed at others. Sherlock stood in the shower thinking over the situation, when John spoke again. "Sherlock." The one word was enough to make Sherlock shiver. There was a threat hidden in his voice and Sherlock knew that if he didn't comply with his friend's wishes things would not go well. So he quickly turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself and quickly left the bathroom. He took one small look at John and saw the man that had once invaded Afghanistan. He shivered once again and ran to his room.
John smiled happily as he turned the shower back on. Dr. John Watson almost never got his way, but Captain John Watson always did.