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A/N: Short drabble inspired by a photoset of gifs that popped up on my tumblr feed. It's part of the final scene between Sherlock and John at the end of Scandal In Belgravia. Originally posted on my tumblr meandmymateamanda so nobody make any claims please, I am the same person. Let me know what you think.
Just Maybe
His hand was reaching out expectantly but still Sherlock didn't turn from the specimen under the microscope. John watched slightly puzzled as the hand stretched a little way further towards him and he heard the one word he'd never expected to hear from Sherlock Holmes of all people.
"Please?"
Doctor Watson's mind ran through every case they'd taken on, every criminal they'd faced and every word that he'd ever heard his flatmate use and 'please' didn't place, not even once.
All those times that Sherlock had told or commanded him to do something, John had almost always done it; maybe he grumbled once or twice, maybe he questioned the sanity and the reasons behind it, but never had he denied the consulting detective his help. Now here he sat, in their mess of a kitchen, not only in need of John's help (in a way) but actually asking for it.
Reaching over he placed the camera phone in the waiting hand and watched, curiously as the fingers slowly closed around it. Then, quickly it was whisked out of view, placed in his trouser pocket and John heard another phrase Sherlock never used.
"Thank you."
John waited momentarily before turning to leave through the door and as he passed through, clutching the case file he'd have to give back to Mycroft, he thought over Greg's words during their first encounter - A Study In Pink.
'Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and some day, if we're very very lucky, he might even be a good one.'
Maybe that day wasn't too far from now.
Just maybe.