**This chapter (which was originally meant to be a one-shot) is meant to be an introduction** which is why it is so short.
*update* I've decided I'm going to divide each one of sherlock's moods/eye colors into chapters containing a story about each one (all in John's POV). Some examples MAY be as follows: sherlock at work, bored sherlock, annoyed sherlock, angry sherlock, panicked sherlock, calm sherlock, and, of course, whatever it is sherlock feels when he looks at our dear john. If you have any other suggestions, please, by all means, shoot me a PM or a review! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!
If there is one thing that I know for certain about Sherlock Holmes, it is that I can never really be sure that I know anything about Sherlock Holmes.
He is, as many (if not all) who know him would acquiesce, a living, breathing, violin-playing, deducing enigma.
A conundrum.
A mystery.
An insufferable, god-damned, bloody puzzle.
Unfortunately (or, I'm starting to think, fortunately), I do not share his infuriatingly brilliant ability to deduce every single blasted thing about a person at first glance based solely on tan-lines, or microscopic tea stains (it's maddening, really- You try living with someone who can read your bowel movements by the way your tie your shoes. See how you fancy it). So, I have had to come up with my own ways of deciphering Sherlock's arbitrary moods (for the sake of my sanity, mind you, if not for my physical protection).
I have discovered (after months of very diligent observation of the man, which has earned me more than a few annoyed/idly-confused glances) that Sherlock's moods can be analyzed and deciphered by something as human and as normal as his eyes.
Those pale, riveting, impossible eyes.
But alas, there's no aspect of Sherlock that can be categorized as "normal" , is there?
It's actually the color of his eyes, not by something as predictable as their expression, that provide me with the information that I need to make my own little deductions, and therefore allow me to act accordingly.
Before I begin to describe to you in detail all that I have learned from staring deeply into my flat mate's eyes, let me take this moment to futilely reiterate that I, Dr. John Hamish Watson, am a heterosexual male. Yes, yes, I know that people talk, and I am fully aware of what they say. I'm no Sherlock, but hey, I'm not completely oblivious. I'm honestly just about fed up with trying to convince people (mainly the Yard, Mycroft, and Mrs. Hudson) that Sherlock and I are nothing but mates. Friends. Pals.
Yeah, Sherlock has almost no sense of personal space (or personal limits in general for that matter). But Sherlock is Sherlock, and there is nothing I or any one else can do about it.
So, Think whatever you please about Sherlock and I.
I will continue to do whatever the hell I want. If I want to stare at my flatmate, I'm bloody well going to do it.
Think what you will.
I, however, shall take solace in that Sherlock Holmes is no longer the only person in this flat who can conduct scientific experiments on his mates (So HA)!
I've found that most shades-of-Sherlock can be seen during a case. So, I'll tell you the story of a case.
I will try and describe to you the impossible shades of irises at work.
There you have it folks.
Let me once again state that **this is more of an introduction than a chapter, hence the shortness**. Let me know what you think! Review!
