Hooked on Sherlock since recently, hope you enjoy!
Sherlock has been living with me for over a year now, he should know how I get when he leaves things out. John thought to himself, clearing off the table, covered in trash and takeout. What a welcome back from Dublin. John sat on the couch, listening as Sherlock charged up the stairs.
"Sorry about the takeout John, but I needed to do this... and put this here... if that will just..." Sherlock breathed, focusing on his chemistry set, pouring drops of this in that, and causing red chemicals to turn blue. John just nodded.
"AHA! YES! Have got to go, John, but you'll tell Mrs. Hudson to pick up my package, won't you?" Sherlock grinned.
"Wait, what package?" John asked slowly.
"You'll see." Sherlock's eyes glittered in amusement. He turned and quickly left. John shook his head at his friend's constant frantic behavior and turned back to the telly. What a welcome back indeed.
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Sherlock rubbed his hands together excitedly. He knew John, therefore he knew small gestures like this pleased the man. As much as he enjoyed frustrating John, it was quite a sport, he also liked knowing John was happy. He wasn't sure why, but he supposed that's how people feel when they have friends.
Having friends must mean needing to constantly be near them, feeling an intense boredom even on the most fascinating of cases while they're gone and needing their opinion on everything. He had come to this conclusion because this was how he felt about John.
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"Come on, John, you can move three times the speed at which you are now going, I know it, I've seen it, and even if I hadn't I'd know because-"
"Alright! I'm going!" John laughed at Sherlock's eagerness. "Where are we even going?"
"I thought it would be clear to you by now, Watson, though I won't tell you either way, isn't that the way a surprise works?" Sherlock smirked.
The two of them settled in the grass in a park, and John studied Sherlock trying to figure out what all this was about. That's when the fireworks started. Sherlock beamed at John, gazing at the sky, covering his ears and laughing. He chuckled to himself, thinking of how John called him childish. He didn't know what John found so fascinating about the pyrotechnic devices, they were utterly useless to Sherlock. Perhaps it had something to do with John's past... a personal experience...? A controlled explosive...
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John beamed at Sherlock wondering how he knew he loved fireworks, then again he often wondered how Sherlock's mind worked to figure out half the things he did. He glanced back at the fireworks, thinking about how the different colors shined against Sherlock's locks... his hair. He chuckled softly and thought to himself, Welcome back, John Watson... welcome back.