So, this got written as part of my Tumblr ficlet spree; people sent in an incredible amount of prompts and I wrote them all. Here's a strange little one I did, from the prompt "The first time John and Sherlock say 'I love you.'"
I hope you enjoy!
xoxo, Fex
"John, I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Sherlock, this is quite possibly the most inopportune moment for telling me anything you could actually pick, and if you don't mind, we're sort of running for our lives here…"
"The gun in his hand isn't loaded."
"It could easily become that way!"
So they run. They run and they run and then they run a little bit more, and thank God both of them are in good shape because the current assassin running after them is quite fast. Fortunately, having a friend like Sherlock comes in handy, because they are able to lead him straight to a police station, where Lestrade is waiting with handcuffs twirling around one of his fingers.
"What did you want to say, Sherlock?"
"What?"
"When we were running."
"Oh…ah, nothing."
"John, there's something I want you to know…"
"Did you blow up the microwave again?"
"No, I…"
"Sherlock, God help me, if you've blown up the microwave…"
"I haven't!"
"Don't believe you."
"Go look for yourself then!"
So they go and look and John inspects every inch of the kitchen to make sure there's nothing wrong with it, that Sherlock has not destroyed something invaluable and expensive to replace. There is nothing, of course, but John is not to know this.
"Fine, you're clean. What is it then?"
"…nothing."
"John, come here, I wanted to say…"
"Not now, Sherlock, I'm trying to update the blog, okay? Give it a minute."
"Fine."
Minutes. Plural. Breaking promises, John Watson.
"What is it, then?"
"Never mind."
"John fucking Watson, I love you."
"What?"
"You fucking heard me."
"Oh. So I did."
Kisses. Lovely ones.
"I love you, too."