**I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters within it. Okay so this is a one-shot that came into my twisted brain today and decided it needed to be written. Basically, John has just started his Army career, when he gets a bit too drunk. Young John! And I'm certain you can figure out who the other man is. Cheers!**

John was sure his eyes were doing slow somersaults. Almost positive. Or maybe they were just doing a little shimmy. Just shaking away like he had been on the dance floor earlier. Oh the dancing he'd done. Was there even a dance floor? Maybe it was just a loud bar? Hm. Odd.

No matter. Point was he was an excellent dancer. And now his eyes were just following suite. It was fine that he couldn't see a damn thing. Shake away you blue bad-boys. He closed his eyelids to assist with the spins his eyeballs were currently engaging in. They were clearly going to be busy for a while. Maybe he should just lay down. Sleep sounded so wonderful now. Yes, sleep is what he will do-

"What is the meaning of this, Cadet?"

Angry, loud voice. No good for sleeping.

"Shh," John murmured, placing a finger to his lips.

"Are you aware you're currently outside, Cadet?"

John rolled over and tucked his arms under his head. "Quiet now." Wow this ground is rather soft. Maybe he should just…

"Answer me, Cadet!"

John shook his head. Why was this voice yelling at him? "Shh," John whispered again. "It's night night time."

"Get back to your room. Now."

Mm that voice was so lovely. It was nicer now too. Not so angry. "You have a nice voice."

"Can you walk on your own?"

"I can sleep on my own. Right here."

"No."

Oh. "Do you want to snuggle? I'm a great snuggler." John lifted his arm. "Come snuggle with me." He heard a low deep chuckle. "Mm, do that again please." He couldn't be sure if he said that out loud. Suddenly, the world was righting itself, and John's stomach lurched. He must be floating. "Mmmm," he hummed.

"You are very drunk."

John smiled, still unable to open his eyes. Was he walking? No… his feet were dragging but… oh. "Are you carrying me?"

"I'm trying to and you're certainly not helping."

"You're voice is sexy." John wanted to make sure this helpful person knew that.

"Thank you. If you wouldn't mind moving your feet properly, we can get back to your room."

John's eyes fluttered a bit, feeling a renewed sense of excitement. "Mm, yes, come back to mine. I'd like to hear what that voice sounds like in my bed." He was sure he sounded smooth and seductive. He was good at this sort of thing. Knew all the right ways to-

"Oh for God's sake, stop grabbing my belt."

John frowned. "Why? Aren't we back to my room?"

"No, we're not, and we won't be doing that when we get there either."

John pouted, sticking his bottom lip out as far as he could. "Why not? You'll like it, I promise. I'm really good." John heard an annoyed huff and pouted even more. "Please? I'll make it so good for you," he crooned, knowing for sure he sounded super sexy.

"You don't even know my name."

John thought about that for a moment. "Oh. What's your name?"

"You've also kept your eyes closed since the moment we met so you don't know what I look like either."

John's eyelids tried to fly open, but his eyes were still dancing. He closed one lid, narrowing his open eye at the ground to focus it and to see… oh, apparently this helpful stranger was holding his waist rather snuggly. He lulled his head back to look at the man he…ah, had his arm slung around his neck.

Dark curls covered his face as he turned his head. Mm. So soft. He nuzzled his nose into the curls.

"Really?" A deep grumble came from below those curls and John hummed.

"Mm, you smell nice."

"And you smell like whiskey."

John grinned happily. "I love whiskey."

"Apparently."

The curly head rose up slowly and grey eyes caught John's only open one. "Woah." John leaned forward, wanting to be as close as possible to this gorgeous person. "You're pretty." Those eyes were like magnets and he didn't want to look away.

The man smiled, but kept trying to drag John along. "Thank you. Now can we continue the walk?"

John reached for his belt again. "No, no, let's do it here. Right now."

A hand easily grasped his wrist. "Stop that."

"Bossy," John giggled. "Okay, you take the lead, gorgeous."

"John?"

Ooh, a new voice! Familiar too. Should know him… Maybe? Dunno.

"Christ, what happened?"

"Apparently, your friend was unable to make it home from the bar on his own. He tried to use the outside of my barracks as a bed."

"Jesus, John, what the hell mate?"

John shrugged. "It was comfortable."

"Here, I'll take him."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Of course. Sorry sir, thank you."

John pouted as he was shifted from one body to the next. "Boo. I was going to do such naughty things to you."

"Oh my… sorry sir, really, so sorry on his behalf. I've got him from here."

"I hope that you do. Evening, gentlemen."

"Bye-bye pretty eyes!" John waived in the direction he heard footsteps. Oh shit, when had he closed his eyes again?

"Shit mate, do you have any idea what you've just done?"

John leaned against the new strong surface holding him up. "Why did he leave? He was handsome."

"Christ, do you even know who that was?"

John frowned. "No. Who?"

**I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters within it. Alright, this is such a random one-shot I created but now I'm thinking… should I continue it? I can't decide. Feedback is more then appreciated!**