A/N Just a small thing I thought of. It just begged for me to write it... so I did! Kinda just a itty fluffie, but I do hope you enjoy anyway.
It took almost an entire week for John to realize the implications of the incident. Once he did however, it haunted his mind; ghosting about the recesses, distracting him. He had already been reprehend by work and Sherlock because of how often he spaced out recently. In fact, Sherlock had almost lost the suspect yesterday due to John losing himself in thoughts. That was not a fun storm to shelter through afterwards to say the least. It was hard though. Every time Sherlock called him John, he could not help but think back to that evening.
Finally, John had enough. He couldn't figure it out himself. It wasn't going away on its own. The only thing left to do was ask the man who caused the problem in the first place. Closing out of the blank document and shutting the laptop, he looked to the curled figure on the couch. "Sherlock…"
Sherlock immediately spun around and spat, "Oh, what is it now?"
A different man (a man such as John Watson of two weeks ago) may have been deterred. John already begun to understand Sherlock's fluffed fur and feathers. Even so, it made John pause for a second longer trying to figure out the best way to broach the subject. He finally settled with an attack to the flank of the problem and slowly (hopefully) work the way to the root. "Did you really not know his name was Greg?"
Turning back away with what almost seemed like disappointment at such an uninteresting question, Sherlock said, "Unimportant."
"Unimportant? Unimportant? You do realize that we are talking about his name?"
"I knew his last name!" Sherlock retorted. "That was all that was necessary."
John gave out a disbelieving laugh. This is what he had been distracting him for days? "Alright. Alright then. Then why call me John? Is it just bloody easier to say every day?"
"Two completely different cases. You can hardly compare the two."
"Is it really that different? Greg's your friend isn't he?"
"No, John, I don't believe he is. In fact... ah." Sherlock righted himself on the couch with one swift move and moved into his thinking position. "Ah!" His eyes flickered about John which John registered as Sherlock deducing the unsaid words of the conversation. Let him. John leaned back and gave an open glare. Sherlock quirked his eyebrow but made no other move. "Yes," Sherlock began again, slowly. "Yes. Regardless of anything you may say, two very different cases."
John sucked in breath. He stared into Sherlock's eyes trying to unravel the mysteries of the man in front of him. Like always, he never quite could. That didn't stop John from trying for just a few moments longer. Eventually, he had to do what he always had to do; ask the obvious to everyone who was Sherlock. "Is it? Is it really?"
Sherlock smirked. "I don't think I need to repeat myself."
He didn't. It would just take a while for John's brain to catch up again.
A/N: Now now, Sherlove... Why is John so different eh?