A/N: Johnlock fic, might be some drama to begin with, but eventual John/Sherlock and fluff. John thinks he's not gay. HA! Ya right John, you're not fooling anyone, especially not yourself. Please review, enjoy! xx
John, get dinner for yourself. We have no food here. -SH
Did you check the refrigerator Sherlock? That's where most people keep their food. -JW
Yes, it got... contaminated. My experiment had unexpected results. -SH
You are so impossible. Any particular takeaway you want? -JW
You chose, not eating tonight. -SH
What are you working on? You should eat. -JW
Not working, just not eating tonight. -SH
Sherlock, I'm going to bring home take away for us. You need to eat, you haven't eaten all day yesterday or today, doctors orders. -JW
John didn't get a reply for several minutes. He rolled his eyes at Sherlock's stubbornness as he stepped into Speedy's. He went ahead and ordered a large sandwich with some sort of meat for them to split. He hadn't really looked at the menu, he just told the waiter to surprise him. John sat down at the booth by the window and ordered a beer while he waited for his food. He was staring absentmindedly out the window when a soft hand tapped his arm. Turning, he saw a pretty blonde woman. "I think you dropped this." She said, holding his wallet out to him.
"Oh! Thank you so much!" He exclaimed with graduate. As she was turning away to leave, he touched her wrist. "Um, hey, can I, uh, buy you a drink to, um, show my thanks?" he stuttered. The woman blushed and nodded as she took a seat across from him. He ordered another beer for her. Her name was Mary, she had short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. John felt his heart nearly skip a beat when she smiled at him, she got little smile lines when she gave him shy smirks from across the table and she had a tinkling musical laugh. Johns takeaway order came too soon and he began to regret that he had insisted on making Sherlock eat tonight. He stood up to pay when his order came, and Mary stood as well. "Well... It's been very nice talking to you," John said, " you know, tomorrow I don't have work," Johns phone beeped loudly in his pocket. "Oh, um, sorry," he said, ignoring the text, "Maybe we could go out and get some coffee or something?" Mary smiled, nodding as he spoke.
"I'd really like that."
"Great! Well, uh, how about tomoro-" His phone beeped again. "Um, I was saying, tomorrow, we can go-" another beep, "to this coffee shop-" two in a row this time, "that I know, down on-" there was one last beep, "Brooks Boulevard, and Tenth-" then his phone started ringing. John closed his eyes and breathed deep in frustration, predicting it was Sherlock. It was always Sherlock who ruined his love life.
"You better get that. It could be an emergency." Mary said softly, looking slightly disappointed. John knew very well it was not, and was probably just Sherlock trying to get him to buy more milk. He shoved his hand into to his pocket, and brought out the ringing mobile. He punched the answer button with a little more force than necessary. Turning slightly away from Mary so she didn't have to hear his conversation, he answered,
"What do you want Sherlock?" he growled into the receiver.
"Text me." He said and hung up. John stood in disbelief at the man's rudeness. He shot an apologetic glance at Mary before opening the six new texts from Sherlock, his hand shook slightly with fury. They read:
John, come home, where are you? -SH
John, Mycroft tracked you, come upstairs, I need help. -SH
If a person overdoses from Adderall, will the hallucinations drive them to commit suicide or accidental self inflicted harm or potential death? Or will the cardiovascular complications kill them first? -SH
You can bring your food, I'll eat if you want, just come back to the flat. -SH
John... Mycroft says you're having a drink with a woman. I thought tonight we were having dinner together. -SH
Please, come home John. I need you -SH
'What the hell were those last two texts about?' John thought, what was it that Sherlock needed so badly? Surely it was just another case where he need to think out loud and have a head nod obediently to help him think. He had even said he wasn't going to eat. John had assumed he was going to eat by himself after Sherlock took one bite of bread then locked himself in his room.
"Is everything alright?" Mary asked tentatively.
"Oh! Yes, yes, everything's fine. Look, I'm so sorry about this, my friend is an absolute git."
"It's fine.. So, do you still want to do coffee tomorrow?"
John thought about the last two texts. Maybe something was actually wrong. Why would Sherlock write that? Unless he did it to do precisely this- manipulate John into coming home so he could show off to him. Mary took the hesitation as a no. "It's alright, I understand." She said.
"No!" John burst out, "No, it's not that, I'd love to do coffee, but something may have just come up..."
"Okay, how about we say coffee at noon, Brooks Boulevard and Tenth, if you show up, it's a date, if not, well it certainly was nice meeting you." She proposed. She smiled warmly at him, her eyes understanding and genuine.
"Perfect, yes. That sounds great. I will really try to come." John, gave her a thankful smile. She nodded and quietly left the restaurant.