Hello! There will be no mentioning of suicide so you can see this as a post-Reichenbach fic in which the two most lovable men in the universe solved most of their issues or a fic during S1 or S2.
Sherlock is not mine, I'm just playing around with their characters. If I was their creator... You know what I would be doing with them ;-) Consider this a warning for possible (ain't no Johnlock party without the slash!) slash between Sherlock and John. If you're not into that, stop reading here and now!
Hi again to the people who'll take a chance on me :-D Enjoy and don't forget to review!
Sherlock was watching John out of the corner of his eye. Captain John Hamish Watson was at this very moment doing the ordinary task of preparing two cups of tea. And if both men would know what they were thinking about each other this whole tale of drama would have never taken place. But you know how men can be, and you know how people in love are so read on.
"Tea's ready, Sherlock." John called from the kitchen.
Sherlock did not react to this, he was too busy thinking about things. More specifically the good forementioned Captain.
John sighed loudly so his displeasure would surely be known by world's only consulting detective. Alas, he did not move from his spot and so John was forced to bring Sherlock his cup.
"Here's your cuppa."
No answer.
"A thank you would be nice..."
A huff.
"I'll take that as a: thank you very much, John." Sherlock almost never said thank you and John would take from him all the scraps Sherlock deemed worthy enough to throw his way.
"I'm off to work. Bye Sherlock!"
Silence.
"What to do Sherlock, what to do? Come on you're a genius. You can figure this one out."
Sherlock started talking to himself.
"Analyze your feelings."
Still not working. The genius stood up from the couch for the first time in two days and strode over to the mantelpiece to talk to the skull.
"Fact number one: I'm attracted to John. Fact number two: John is not gay. Third: I don't know how to make him like me the way I like him."
After an hour of thinking silently with his skull, he put his second best friend down again and started plucking some strings on his violin while walking the flat.
Still no solution.
"If all else fails... To the internet!" Sherlock thought.
After searching the web for a couple of hours Sherlock shuts down John's laptop after clearing the browser history. He made a mental list of various useful advice he read in several popular magazines online. John is an ordinary man, not so ordinary to Sherlock, but he still answered to most of the queries Sherlock read.
On his list were three points:
Make him notice you.
Show him your best side.
Make it absolutely clear you would be his perfect match.
Sherlock grinned to himself. If he followed these simple steps, he could make John like him too and Sherlock could go back to being bored or distracted by interesting things. He would be more concentrated AND more happy because of the shift in their relationship.
Yes, life would be even better at 221B when Sherlock completed his plan succesfully.
"Mrs. Hudson!"
John had an awful day at the clinic. Sarah still acted somewhat awkward with him and it made him feel guilty. Then he had the worst patient ever who started complaining about her husband and their sexlife. Something that reminded John of how lonely he sometimes felt en how long it had been since his last sexual 'encounter'.
During lunchtime his thoughts went back into the past.
John felt suddenly extremely nervous and Angelo's hinting was NOT helping at all.
"You don't have a girlfriend, then?" he asked.
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area." Sherlock answered nonchalantly.
John was surprised, would he dare hope? "Oh right then... Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way."
"I know it's fine."
"So you've got a boyfriend?"
"Please say no, please say no." John repeated in his head.
"No."
"Right, okay. You're unattached, just like me. Fine. Good."
"Let us subtly test the waters..." John thought, his heart beating madly.
"John, um... I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and while I am flattered by your interest I'm..."
He felt his hope shatter and his head warm-up. "No!" Maybe too forceful...
"...really not looking for anyone." Sherlock went on.
"No. I'm not asking, no. I was just saying. It's all fine."
"Good. Thank you."
"Just keep your eyes on your plate, John and eat. Try to forget it. You're used to nobody having any interest in you." John blinked his eyes a couple of times furiously while thinking this. He would not give himself away. Sherlock was too perceptive.
"Doctor Watson?" Sarah asked through the dooropening.
"Euhm yes?" John shook himself awake, with some chagrin he noticed his eyes were teary. But he would not cry. Sherlock would not make him cry AGAIN.
"Ready for your next patient?"
John tries to keep his sigh as silent as possible. "Yeah sure."
His mobile phone beeped.
Scotland Yard. Murder. Possibly not dangerous, nonetheless amusing.
SH
Be there in half an hour.
JW
"Sarah? Cancel my next patient." John said while rushing out the door, passing an old startled lady with a cold.
"Let me guess. Sherlock?" Sarah answered with a bitter note in her voice.
"A case!" John yelled over his shoulder. His day was starting to look better.
AT SCOTLAND YARD
"Where's Sherlock?" John asked Lestrade.
"He left a couple of hours ago."
"But he just texted me to come here! Sherlock you're such an unbelievable..."
Before John could finish his sentence, Greg interrupted him. "Sherlock left instructions. I have to fill you in."
"Allright. Tell me."
"Male, 29 years, tattoo of a rainbowflag on his back, found with stabwounds in his kitchen. No trace of the murderer, his flat was cleaned out for any DNA and prints. Neighbours know of no partner."
"Okay..." John said slowly "So he's probably gay, stabwounds and in the kitchen...Maybe a crime of passion?"
Greg's eyebrows went up "Sherlock's rubbing off on you, that's what he immediately said."
John thought without meaning to "It's not the only thing I want Sherlock rubbing off on me. Down boy!" He started fidgeting a bit.
"Well, I start seeing resemblances with other cases. Did Sherlock say something else?"
"He told us to come help him arrest the murderer at the following address. I foresee some difficulties though."
'Why's that?"
"The pride parade is happening today at the same location.."
"I see. Well, let's get going shall we?"
"After you Doctor Watson." Lestrade said with a smile.
Oh Sherlock what are you going to do now?
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