221B

by BetweenLines55

Started out as an assignment for my writing class at school. John and Sherlock's relationship told by the points of view of both men in free form poetry. I didn't mean for it to get as gay as it did.

It started out as a poetry project for my writing class at school and I accidentally Johnlock'ed. Whoops.

221B

JOHN

You insufferable man.

It would've been nice if you

Could actually pick up

Some milk,

Or stop

Leaving heads in the fridge.

Surprisingly enough,

We sometimes have company

Over,

And leaving body parts in the fridge

Is a bit

Not

Good.

You, with your turned up collar,

And Belstaff,

And cheekbones,

Waltzing around London trying to get

Yourself killed.

You managed to die on me

Once before.

I am not going through that again,

You insufferable man.

SHERLOCK

You, John Watson, keep me

Right.

If you want milk, I can have Mycroft

Bring gallons by the truck load,

And really John, how can you

Bring yourself

To stop brilliance?

I can't help the cheekbones,

Just like you can't help the ugly wool jumpers;

No matter how many Mary and I

Burn.

I know I'm a bit rash

(And stop acting surprised that some things get through

My thick skull.)

But if anything,

There is no one else I'd rather

Have beside me on a case,

Ready to shoot,

Than you, idiot, because you,

John Watson,

Keep me right.