Quick A/N at the very beginning: Please don't expect me to upload one every day, because this is my project to sort of get my writing back up on its feet again. I'm going to write one as often as I can though, hopefully every day, but just so you know.
Day 1: Holding Hands
"Sherlock, it's just a dentist appointment," John sighed. "It's a stupid little check up on your teeth, please don't tell me you're scared of the dentist?"
"I'm not scared of the dentist, John. It's a waste of time, really. Time I could spend on a case!" Sherlock argued while walking over to a red chair close to the door. John sighed again before walking over to the green chair right next to the red one.
"Your teeth are important and you know that very well. Why are you so reluctant to do this?"
"Of course I'm reluctant. When you think of all the cases I could've solved during the hour I'm wasting on having a person look at my teeth, you see they are very unimportant and this whole thing is unnecessary!" Sherlock aggressively mumbled, pulling his feet up on the chair and crossing his arms over his chest.
John eyed him carefully, taking in his stressed features and the way his eyes flickered from person to person to the floor and back to new persons. He could nearly hear his brain working, figuring out all the life stories and problems to everyone in the room, like he always did when he was stressed.
"Sherlock Homes," a woman with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail said, expectantly looking at the people in the waiting room.
"Don't wanna..." Sherlock mumbled.
"Over here," John said to the woman, lifting his hand slightly to show where they were. "Come on, Sherlock."
John had gotten up, and now he looked at Sherlock, lifting his brows, staring him down. Sherlock looked at him for a couple of seconds before getting up too.
The woman smiled at them before showing them the way to another room that smelled of sterilization.
"Okay, Mr. Holmes, you can just sit down in that chair, the dentist will be right with you," the woman smiled at them before walking out and closing the door.
Sherlock quietly sat down, fiddling with his hands.
"Scared?" John asked him.
"No..." Sherlock mumbled.
"Want me to hold your hand?"
Sherlock's head turned to John, taking him in for a couple of seconds before looking down at the floor.
"... Yes."