John goes to Build A Bear
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Word count: 383
Summary: John goes to Build A Bear and buys a present for Sherlock. John/Sherlock ONESHOT.
A.N: I have never written a Johnlock fic before now (even though I love this pairing to death), but my friend masterofmadness and I came up with this idea, and she told me that if I didn't publish it, she would cry and then kill me. And I don't want to see her cry, now, do I? XD (Yep. Such friendship.) I don't know if this has been done or not; if it has, I would like to read it :) DISCLAIMER, as usual, I own nothing.
"Sherlock?" No answer. "Sherlock!"
A sigh. "What is it, John?"
"Oh, good. Someone is home in there." John rolls his eyes, before producing a bright plastic carrier bag. "I, er, bought you something."
"Why on earth would you do that?" Sherlock takes the bag from his flatmate and opens it, lifting out the object. It's a plush teddy bear, in a beige jumper, similar to the one John is wearing now. Sherlock frowns slightly, trying to deduce the reason behind why John would buy him such a gift. He gives the bear a squeeze. A cheerful, childlike little tune plays from the bear's stomach, followed by a "I love you", in a horrible squeaky voice that grates on Sherlock's hearing.
John is staring at him expectantly now; he quickly realises that he's meant to say something here. Preferably something nice.
"Does it have a name?" For once, that is all he can think of to say.
John turns the same vibrant shade of red as the plastic bag. "No."
"You're lying." You don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce that one.
"Fine. He - well, it, er -"
"Spit it out, John, or we'll be here until Christmas -"
"Johnlock!" John jumps in, face like a tomato. "He's called Johnlock."
Silence. Then: "Oh."
John hurriedly tries to explain. "Y'see, I couldn't think of a proper name -"
"John."
"- And I thought about it all the way home -"
"John."
"- And then I decided, "Why don't I name it after you?" But then, I thought, "No, that's silly", and so I thought about my name, but that sounded arrogant, and besides, what if someone asked you "Did you sleep with John?", and someone else thought that you meant me? -"
"John."
" - I mean, the probability of that happening is incredibly low, but it would be very embarrassing -"
"John."
" - So I mashed them together -"
"John!" Sherlock swiftly rose from his seat, and kissed his flatmate on the forehead, uttering two words John never thought he would hear him say. "Thank you." Promptly, he turned and walked out of the room, still carrying "Johnlock" under his arm, leaving the real John standing in the middle of the flat with a confused, and slightly dazed look on his face.