Pocket !John
Chapter 1 – An unexpected encounter-
Hi ! Here is my first fanfiction about pocket!john, I hope you'll like it. I don't own Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, they are bbc's.
It was nearly 1a.m in 221b. John was sittin on the table wondering where he could sleep that night. A bit taller than 4 inches, finding a place wasn't difficult, the problem was to get to the place.
After a few minutes he decided to go under the sofa, like that if he doesn't wake up, he'll already be hidden so nobody would be able to see him. He stood up and started climbing down the table when suddenly the light appeared and a brown-curly-haired man went in the living room.
John stopped moving and was hopping the man didn't see him. Unfortunately, he wasn't a lucky man. The big guy stared at the tiny human being, wondering if he was dreaming and finally grabbed him by the collar.
''H…Hey! '' yelled the little man '' Put me down! I'm not some kind of toy or animal, I am a human being! ''
The brown-haired man was surprised; it wasn't a dream at all he thought. Therefore he gently put back the tiny grumpy guy on the table and asked:
'' -Who are you? And how did you get here?
-M…My name is John Watson, I was at the Afghanistan war, I firstly got shot in the leg, and in the shoulder one month ago. They told me to go back home. He awkwardly answered, rubbing his shoulder.
-My name is Sherlock Holmes, nice to meet you. Just asking, how did you get small? I doubt army hires people of your size and I don't think you would have survived with two bullets getting through your body", he snickered.
John was filling very uncomfortable, and waited a few seconds before answering:
"-Before I was normal-sized. It's when I went back home, the main center called me back "just to sign a few papers" they said, but they were fake. They caught me, brought me in the building's basement and used me as a guinea pig, I guess. When I woke up just in front of the doorway, I couldn't remember anything. My instinct told me to enter in the flat. I was already there when you arrived and I lived in 's flat, stealing food to survive."
-"Hum, I didn't know the army used to do such experiments", he mumbled to himself.
John was still rubbing his shoulder, always feeling bad and awkward, he had stopped speaking for a little while and the silence was getting unbearable to him. Sherlock was just standing there, watching at John and thinking about how it could have happened, it was so interesting! John finally opened his little mouth:
-"I moved here because I saw you were younger than , so you wouldn't spend as much time in your flat that she does… I was kinda right, he said with a little smile, looking up at Sherlock and looking back at his feet, I….I feel bad about….you know…. Having stealing food from you…I… I don't know what to say…. Hum…. This is good speaking with someone after all these weeks… "He mumbled.
-"Oh, don't worry about the food, I don't eat that much so I didn't even noticed some disappeared (Of course he was lying). About your size problem I think my brother could do something, I should send him an e-mail." He said with a little smile.
John rose up his head, "R…Really? Does he work in the as an army-scientist or something?" Sherlock laughed:
-"No, but he has a high position in the government and knows a lot of people if you see what I mean."
-"Oh I see, great, I mean….It would be good…getting back my normal size….." he mumbled, joining his hands and playing with his fingers.
Sherlock was watching at him, and feeling a strange sensation he never felt before, was it pity? Or compassion? He didn't know, it was brand new for him. They stood there without any word for a few minutes, both thinking of what they could say when in the end, John broke the silence:
"I….I'll understand if you want me to go, I'm not supposed to be here after all…." He said with a little voice.
Sherlock produced a little "hum?" after a few seconds and replied with a smile "Oh no, it is ok you can stay, I don't mind. But why didn't you show up before?" John blushed.
-"To be honest, I was scared!"
-"Scared ?"
-"Scared. I saw you used to do experiments so I thought you might want to do some on myself" he said in an awkward sigh. Sherlock laughed and replied:
-" No, no, I wouldn't have, I never experiment living beings. I only do chemistry to help me in my cases." John laughed a bit.
-" Cases ? Are you a detective ?"
-"Consulting detective, I invented the job. When Scotland yard is stuck, which means every time, I come."
-" Oh I see" said the tiny man.
It was nearly 2.30 a.m when John asked:
-"…I feel bad asking you something but…Now I am no longer hidden, could I get something to sleep on ? A towel, a piece of tissue, anything. I'm just getting tired of sleeping on the floor…" He said, scratching his neck and blushing like a child who was asking something absolutely stupid.
-"Oh, not a problem, not at all, I understand, just wait a minute." He went in his bedroom but didn't find anything that could fit. He went back to the living room, watching around him. John was just staring at him and thinking he wasn't that unlucky after all: Sherlock seemed to be a good man, he didn't have to play hide and seek for his life anymore and he didn't try to kill him. That was pretty good.
After a few minutes, Sherlock finally came back with his scarf.
-"Here, it'll be a bit too big but this is the best I could find." Maybe he was the most intelligent man of the century but he was the dumbest to take care of people. He put down the tissue next to John and smiled. The little man touched it, it was so soft and smelled so good he thought, blushing a bit.
-"This is perfect, I couldn't expect something better" he said, beaming. "And…thank you for not freaking out and not trying to kill me with a mop or any other kind of object…" he sniggered.
-"You're welcome" replied the detective "Well, I am going to send Mycroft an e-mail explaining the situation. If you want a piece of advice, you should try to get some sleep." He told John, taking his laptop to his room and closing the door behind him without forgetting to turn off the light.
Now John was alone on the table with Sherlock's scarf. He took off his clothes (the army gave before abandoning him) and made himself a kind of little nest with the tissue. He felt so joyful, and even dropped a little tear from the corner of his eye before falling asleep.
Chapter 1 -end-
I hope you liked this first chapter, I'll try to upload the rest as soon as possible.
And forgive my grammatical mistakes, I try to do my best but my english isn't very good...haha...
