TITLE:
"TERMITES AT BAKER STREET"
SUMMARY:
AFTER THE MESS WITH HIS BLUE DUVET, JOHN MOVES OUT WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND MARY. THINGS ARE PERFECT UNTIL TERMITES INVADE BAKER STREET AND NOW JOHN AND MARY MUST SHARE THEIR BED WITH THEIR FRIEND AND CONSULTING DETECTIVE SHERLOCK HOLMES!
RATED:
T
GENRE:
FRIENDSHIP/HUMOR
DISCLAIMER:
THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY. NEITHER SHERLOCK (BBC) NOR THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME.
WARNINGS:
HERE YOU'LL FIND A VERY MAD JOHN, A VERY CALM SHERLOCK AND A VERY SWEET MARY. I'M NOT AN ENGLISH SPEAKER AND THIS IS UNBETAD. ANY MISTAKE IS MINE.
AN:
THIS IS THE SECOND INSTALLMENT AND FOLLOWS THE FIRST BOOK "THE CASE OF THE BLUE DUVET". YOU MIGHT NEED TO READ THAT ONE TO UNDERSTAND SOME REFERENCES HERE. ENJOY!
1ST NIGHT PART I
John didn't see it coming when he opened the door of his new, nice flat he has been sharing with his now long term girlfriend and potential wife, Mary Morstan. After the incident with Sherlock and his blue duvet or "The Case of The Blue Duvet" as he titled it on his blog just to piss off the consulting detective, John has dated Mary until one day, they introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. And most people who knew John before thought he was cheating on Sherlock with the blond woman. While John argued about it, Mary rolled on her place laughing uncontrollably.
Sometimes John tried to relive the past, trying to find the moment Sherlock got those three train tickets back to London, the moment he suggested Mary she should move to the big city, develop her talent and finally when she agreed with him. The only thing John was able to remember perfectly was the moment when he looked at them, Sherlock and Mary talking and talking on their way to London. And finally, it was very late that same Sunday when the three of them arrived at Baker Street.
"Oh, you finally got yourself a lovely girl, Sherlock," said Mrs Hudson as soon as she met the Mancunian girl. And the landlady assumed Mary was with Sherlock because the detective was the only one talking to her. John found himself in a position he hadn't been in since school, when he was a shy boy.
The doctor was shy and somehow he couldn't speak more than a sentence or two with the blond and lovely Mary. And the seamstress acted like him. Mary seemed to hesitate every time she tried to talk to him, when she tried to get more than two or three words out of him. But she was able to speak to Sherlock perfectly! So John was jealous, and things got worse when Holmes offered her his bed and his dark duvet to sleep the very same night they arrived from Manchester. And Mary accepted.
And there they were John and Sherlock, sleeping together again but this time, they were sharing John's blue duvet.
The following morning, Mary found a nice,little and very affordable flat near Baker Street and with her savings she managed to rent a little but cozy, warm shop, also near Baker Street. And guess who her first big client was? If you said Sherlock, you're so right. The taller man gave her all his expensive but damaged suits from chasing and running behind criminals all around London. But John was there to apologise for his flat-mate's behavior, but sweet and lovely Mary was everything except angry.
One night, Sherlock invited her out for dinner. He said they wanted her to join him and John for dinner at Angelo's. But the consulting detective never arrived at the place, so John and Mary shared nice spaghetti alone. And as always, Sherlock Holmes deductions were right, because that night John kissed Mary for the first time.
And after a few months together, John decided to move out with Mary. But, contrary to the doctor's belief, the blond and young seamstress asked John not to leave Sherlock's side. She knew how important John was for the detective, and she was also very close to Sherlock, so she didn't want the dark haired man to be neither upset or sad. However, John followed his original idea, and he talked to the detective about his decision of leaving Baker Street.
Sherlock reacted... quite well. He didn't say anything but 'Good luck with Mary'. John felt so bad for leaving his best friend, sure they were going to see each other and chase criminals during deadly hours in the night. The problem was: Who would tell and make Sherlock eat and sleep? But with his almost every day visits, John and Mary realised Sherlock was fine on his own. He was even better than before. They couldn't even find out how the detective put on some weight by himself!
Even though his constant thoughts about Sherlock, John found living with Mary amazingly good, perfect. She was lovely, a great cooker, a sweet girlfriend and a very good friend as well. Her little shop was the most famous of the area, and finally after a year working almost non-stop, Mary became quite required and famous in the area she worked on. And John was now working at Bart's, doing nice shifts during the day, sometimes at night, and catching some criminals with Sherlock now and then.
Everything was perfect for John. The stars were shinning and the streets were safe and quite. When he arrived at home, it was already dark. It was late, he had to cover one of his friend's shift because he was ill. John didn't mind eating anything, he only wanted to rest next to his girlfriend, so he made his way to the room he shared with Mary, ignoring, not really paying any attention to the long coat and the blue scarf hanging on the kitchen's chairs.
John removed his shoes, then his jeans and his jumper and finally lay down on his big bed. The room was dark but still he was able to feel, what he thought, was his girlfriend's body. He cuddled that body and placed one hand over the figure's hips. The silhouette moaned sleepy and John buried his nose on the head next to him. He noted some short and curly locks.
"Mmm, did you go to the hairdresser's?" He asked tiredly while he moved the hand he had over a hip to the silhouette's stomach, but this time he felt firm and toned abs. "Have you been doing exercise lately?"
When John didn't get a response he moved his hand further and he felt two erected nipples and a very flat and masculine chest. John's eyes were wide open when the body next to him tossed and turned. Even in the darkness he recognized those gray eyes.
"John, stop touching me!" Said a sleepy six foot tall consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, resting his curly and dark haired head over a pillow between a very sleepy Mary and a very surprised John Watson.
"What the -."
"Hush! You'll wake May up!"
