Hi guys! I've risen from the dead.
Anyways, for those who have seen my first fanfic, I'm sorry and hi. Again. I've been out a very long time.
But let's just set that aside and welcome this fanfic. :) my first (complete) attempt at writing Johnlock. Wouldn't say it's fluff, wouldn't say a one-shot. Much of a drabble, if you ask me.
Enjoy!
It was another dragging day at 221B, Baker Street. The sun had rose up like every morning, and John Watson woke up to the Mrs. Hudson making breakfast in the kitchen. He had managed to get up from the bed only to find the dining room empty. His companion wasn't there. Not even the collection of plates and utensils that were remains of his breakfast. John merely shrugged it off. Must be an early case, he presumed. He sat down on the chair and read the papers as he waited for his toast.
Minutes had passed and John was drinking his tea when a familiar baritone came from the living room. "Another waste of a case. Good morning Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock Holmes came in, holding onto a folder and throwing it aimlessly to the table, letting it slide across the edge. He stopped by just behind John, and the latter smelled a strong essence of tobacco. "Is that tobacco?" He asked.
"None of your business." Sherlock said in an uninterested tone, his eyes fixated against the article his friend was reading. "What's this about?"
"Some commotion back in Afghanistan. I don't know." John cleared his throat, setting the paper down. Really, talking about those days in the field still gave him a little anxiety and he was sure that he didn't want to talk about it with an emotionless man like Sherlock. "Where've you been?" He asked, changing the topic
The tall man rose an eyebrow and gave him a cocky smirk. "Asking now, are we?" He said, a tone hinting of mock surprise.
Watson rolled his eyes. "It's not like I can't ask. I was just wondering." John turned back to his toast and took a bite. One of those mornings where Sherlock seemed to be teasing.
But he seemed to be enjoying it. Striding around the room he replied, "I think you're jealous. You are, aren't you?"
Really now. "Jealous of what? Mornings without your experiments scattered on the table are actually quite nice, you know."
"You're just saying that." Sherlock scoffed as he took his place in the kitchen, giving John's hair a ruffle as he passed. "You silly hedgehog." He finishes with another teasing smile, sitting down next to John.
Some morning.
So yeah, that was my test run for the Sherlock fandom. :) I know it's too short. I'll write more Johnlock if this thing ever hits off. Thank you! x