Hey guys! So this my first Sherlock fanfic so Judge Me A Lot! Not the mean kind just the constructive kind.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock because if I did it wouldn't be as awesome.
Chapter 1.
Sherlock walked into his flat, as cocky as ever. He just finished solving another case. Simple as it was it took him only a day to solve.
He sat down in his chair watching John make tea. He did this a lot after a case. He didn't understand what it was that made him so interesting. He's ignorant and worries too much.
John put the kettle on the stove, ignoring the familiar feeling of Sherlock's eyes on him. He didn't look back. He knew once he looked back, Sherlock would ignore him again.
When John came back inside the room, he set the steaming cup of tea down and lounged on the couch.
After a few minutes, Sherlock broke the silence. "I don't always ignore you, you know." John looked at him surprised.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You were thinking how annoying it is that I always ignore you after a case, but I don't." He looked down. "It's appears to me tha-" He was interrupted by the song 'Go-Getter.'
John grabbed his phone off the table and jumped up. "It's Lestrade. He needs us down at the Yard." Sherlock lulled his head back aggravated.
"Honestly? What ignorant fool gave these people a license for a gun? They obviously have no idea what they're doing." He stood up grabbing his gloves.
Sherlock flew around the flat grabbing his coat and scarf. "Sherlock...what would you do if-"
"Are you really asking a trivial, What if, question?"
"Yes now let me finish." He said. "What would you do if I was as smart as you?" Sherlock chuckled.
"I guess I'll humour you. John, if you were as smart as me I would no doubt be overjoyed. I would not have to deal with the tediousness of your small brain, or have to answer unimportant questions such as this."
They walked down the stairs in silence. John, followed slowly, not happy with the answer he got. Sherlock would rather John be smart. He kind of knew that, but he didn't think Sherlock would be so against how John is now. What does he mean 'deal with your tediousness?'
When the reached the street Sherlock hailed a taxi. Sherlock sensed John's uneasiness. "Why is your ringtone, 'Go-Getter?'" He asked out of the blue.
"Oh, well it's just Greg's." Sherlock looked at him blankly. "I just thought it fit him, is all." He said quietly.
Sherlock smirked at this. "What's mine?" He asked mischievously, leaning a bit closer so their faces were only a foot apart.
John blushed softly at their closeness. "Yours? Well, it's 'Cooler than me.'"
He chuckled, his breath blowing across John's face. "Well it fits." He said vainly. John laughed with him breaking his hypnotized state.
They were still laughing quietly when the car lurched to the side screeching horrendously. Sherlock looked over at, John; he was tensed up grabbing the seat. Sherlock's head jerked forward and slammed back against the window making him black out.