Hey guys, very sorry the new chapter of "Danger Follows You" should be up as soon as possible. I've been on holiday and I wanted to write this seeing as it's not complicated and case-based. First attempt at fluff! Enjoy!
Sherlock always got up at 5am every morning. John didn't know why, didn't even though that was when he got up, he was just used to coming downstairs bleary-eyed and seeing Sherlock dressed at his microscope or reading the paper.
John got up at a more leisurely 8am or after that. He never really paid attention. He'd get up at around eight, stroll to the shower spend fifteen minutes in it then get dressed have something for breakfast (although not normally at the table seeing as it was covered in experiments). and get on with the day. Sherlock did have a motive for getting up so early that John discovered one morning.
John had started awake. He rolled over lazily to look at the alarm clock, it was 5:27am. He sighed, knowing he probably wouldn't get back to sleep and forced himself to get up pulling on his slippers and dressing gown over his t-shirt and shorts. He could hear slight murmurs or noise from the kitchen but his sleepy brain dismissed them, it's sole focus being tea tea tea tea tea tea.
He walked into the kitchen, yawning and stretching his arms when the sight before him halted him mid stretch.
"Christ." he muttered. "Sherlock? Is that you?"
Sherlock whipped around, not looking best pleased at the smug smile spreading across John Watson's face.
"Sorry, Sherlock I just couldn't tell under that fluffy monster attacking your face."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. If looks could kill. John couldn't help it, laughter flew out his mouth.
The reason John was laughing was Sherlock's hair. It was sticking out at, seemingly impossible, angles in flabbergasting curls.
"Stop it." Sherlock muttered "I've had them since I was little, I used to get teased."
Johns stops laughing "Is that why you get up so early in the morning? To brush them out?"
Sherlock nods slowly, not sure if John will laugh again. John envelopes Sherlock in a hug, putting his arms around the back of him and resting his head on Sherlock's shoulder.
"You're beautiful," he laughs playing with one of the unruly curls "Even with Hagrid hair."
"But you laughed-"
"Only because you still surprise me everyday." John smiles "You don't have to keep things from me, I won't get rid of you."
Sherlock smiles. "Really?"
"Really really."