Chapter 1: Going Out
Well here is the first one-shot for Johnlock out of a hundred.
John Watson sat down in 221B Baker Street. He had started to fancy Sherlock Holmes. He didn't know how to ask him; Sherlock was hard to get to and understand. Sherlock didn't understand humans and it would make it hard to understand. John had decided to ask Sherlock out for dinner and needed to wait till Sherlock got home. He wanted Sherlock to go out so he could work up the courage to ask him out, but disguised it as Sherlock being lazy.
Sherlock was out getting groceries, because John had finally snapped at him and told him that he shouldn't be the only one to get groceries.
Sherlock arrived home and sat down.
"John have you started cooking dinner?" He whined. This was one of those rare times when he was actually hungry, for he hadn't eaten for about a week. He sat down with his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Actually I was thinking about going to dinner," He yelled from his room.
"Where?" Sherlock asked. John realized that Sherlock didn't get what he was asking.
"I mean like go out," He emphasized, hoping that Sherlock would understand and he could stay vague.
"Yes like two friends go and eat," Sherlock said pressing his eyebrows together.
"No like two people in a relationship would go out," John hoping that he wouldn't need any more of an explanation.
"A relationship? We're just friends," Sherlock said confused. John sighed.
"Yes, I'm asking if you'd like to go on a date," He says. Sherlock's face contorts to understanding then to him confused. His eyebrows were squished together and his mouth made a thin line. He just stood there, doing nothing.
"Sherlock?" John asked, scared. Sherlock just stood there doing nothing.
"Okay that's getting scary now," John said genuinely concerned.
"Mrs. Hudson!" John called.
"Yes, dear?" She asked, after she came up stairs.
"What's wrong with him?" He asked, pointing at Sherlock.
"Oh, he's just really confused or surprised," She replied waving it off and picking up a dirty cup.
Thirty Minutes Later
"Yes," Sherlock said starting to move. John looked up surprised.
"Yes?" John asked.
"Yes, yes I would like to go on a date," He responded simply.
"Okay. Go get ready, I think we can go to Ernie's Diner," John's eyes widened, and shrunk. He got up and got ready.
"So what do normal people do during a date?" Sherlock asked eager to learn about this new topic.
"Talk, about things they like," John replied.
"Isn't that what friends do?" Sherlock asked.
"Well you also hold hands kiss and get love each other," He says nonchalantly.
"Why?" He asked. He had never been in a relationship like this before.
"Because they want to live their life with the other," John said.
"What would you guys like to eat?" Ernie asked.
"I will have chicken tenders and fries, and a coke," John said to him.
"I will take a tenderloin and fries. I will have tea," He said.
"You want something to eat?" Ernie asked surprised.
"Yes, I haven't eaten in a while," Sherlock replied.
"I'll go get you a candle it will be more romantic," He said teasing, but was also surprised when John didn't argue.
"Are you guys on a date?"
"Yes," Sherlock says matter-of-factly. His mouth makes an O-shape and he leaves snickering.
Later that night Sherlock received a call.
"Hello, Brother Dear," Mycroft says over the phone.
"What do you want, Brother mine?" He says sarcastically.
"How was the date, nice to see you warming up," Mycroft says with and evident smile.
"Do you mind to stop trolling me?" Sherlock said scowling.
"No," He said.
There you go. The one-shots may be longer or they may be the same length. Hope you enjoyed. I will update every so often!