Author's note- Yeah, I told you I would have another fan fiction up soon! This show is amazing and it has been running my life for the last few weeks. Hope you enjoy the first chapter and I would really love all of you if I got you to review!
Warning- I don't own Sherlock, or any of the characters. That makes my life sad
John watched from just a few feet away as Sherlock finally explained his impossible deductions to the police. The case had been hard in his opinion and in Sherlock's opinion a seven. (Refer to season two, episode one)It had been interesting enough to make Sherlock leave the house, but not enough to keep him busy for more than 6 hours. It had been a triple suicide that Sherlock had quickly figured out had been two murders and only one suicide. The murderer had killed both his wife and the maid, who he had been sleeping with; before ending his own life.
He never understood how Sherlock could possibly called that a simple case. On the other hand, Sherlock was definitely a genius and anything that didn't take him all night to figure out, had to be considered boring. That was just the way that the mind worked, he needed a constant distraction to take him away from how alone he felt in this world. John shook his head before interrupting the one sided conversation that Sherlock was engaged in with Lestrade. "Sherlock, just head back to the flat by yourself after this; I'm going to take a walk and get some fresh air."
It wasn't exactly as though he lied, it's just that he didn't give all of the details; Sherlock did that all of the time! He really did intend to go for a walk, all the way to a pub that was. This was one of those times where Sherlock had been driving him up the wall for a week, but this short case wasn't even going to change his mood in the slightest. John sighed once again when he realized that Sherlock hadn't even acknowledged him speaking. Damn That Man!
John started off on his walk with a slow pace; he wanted to walk out in front of a car. Thinking was dangerous business for someone like him after all, unless you had a mind like Sherlock's. In that case you probably wouldn't need to run away from a situation because you needed to think. It wouldn't be necessary; you would already have the answer.
He let his mind wonder to Sherlock and how much he mattered in John's life. He was there every day, talking to John (or at John) and even ignoring how bad his mood was when old injuries decided to hurt again. He was tall and could tower over John if he wanted to. The man played the violin with every bit of his heart and every single tune made John's heart soar. It was magic to his ears, even at three a.m. in the morning when he was trying to get some sleep.
Especially then; because when he woke to the sound of that violin, he felt like he was being serenaded by Sherlock. He know that, that feeling was wrong and Sherlock was either thinking to hard or trying to distract himself from thinking too hard, yet that nagging feeling wouldn't go away. He wanted Sherlock to love him, to be treating him with greater care then he already did, to sleep next to the man and see his face as he woke up.
John swallowed hard; he was in much deeper than he had originally thought he was. Not to mention that the cold night air was freezing his body; Sherlock had rushed them out the door before he had had a chance to grab his coat. Lucky his wallet had already been in his back pocket though, so now as he reached the front of a small pub, he could drink himself into a stupor while thinking about Sherlock and his damn cluelessness.
It was nearly one a.m. so the pub was mostly empty; most people had already accomplished their mission of making body contact with another person by this time of the night. He ordered a beer while continuing to think about his tall flatmate. That man was gorgeous and John couldn't help back think back to the times he had seen him naked. Which, John had to keep telling himself had been unavoidable seeing as they lived together and Sherlock always slept naked.
Always slept naked but hardly ever slept in his bed, often sprawled out on the couch, the table and once even the counter tops. Not to mention that he often walked around in nothing but a sheet when he didn't have case. Modesty was definitely not in Sherlock's vocabulary. Still, John could admit that he was that big, he wouldn't want to hide it either.
That last thought made John blush. It was true but e couldn't help but feel ashamed for thinking such a dirty thought in the middle of a pub. Of course that wasn't as bad as he felt after he had one of those damn dreams about Sherlock. He blamed Sherlock for those dreams as well; they had started after the first time Sherlock had just walked out of the shower completely naked, and dripping wet.
'Yes, this whole messed up situation is all Sherlock's fault.' John thought with much contempt. He took a small sip of his beer, which had been sitting in front of him for nearly ten minutes. So much for getting drunk, he couldn't even remember to drink. It was definitely Sherlock's fault that he was this messed up.
He looked over to his right just as a woman sat next to him. She was really pretty, jet red hair and a small frame. In fact she was quite short, only 5'3 (give or take an inch), she was the type of girl that John loved to date. Though, for one reason or another he was really hesitant when she asked if he was alone.
It was confusing that answer should have been an automatically no, but his thoughts stayed on Sherlock. He wished they were together, but they weren't so for what reason did he have not to date someone? He didn't have a reason, and here was a girl who was asking him. It was only polite to say no, he wasn't seeing anyone and yes; he would love to go out and have a bite to eat tomorrow.
He bought her a drink and when he said to get whatever she wanted, she ordered a beer. It made him smile; this was a woman with good taste. After a few minutes of chatter he had found out her name was Keysha, she was a veterinarian and he still couldn't manage to keep his mind off of Sherlock.
He knew he was acting stupid; there was a pretty girl giving him attention and he was thinking about his flatmate. Still, this could be the exact distraction that he needed to take his mind off of the consulting detective.
Of course, this girl didn't really deserve to be treated as a substitute. He shook that thought from his mind, he should just be happy to be dating someone again. These thoughts had probably just surfaced because he had been lonely lately.
It was then that the bartender told them that it was time to close up. John quickly offered to walk her home but she declined explaining that she had derived here. So he had kissed her outside the pub and they exchanged both numbers and agreeing to next up at lunch tomorrow.
That night went perfect except for two things; because of Sherlock he felt like he shouldn't be dating her and now he had to go back to the flat; Sherlock was a the flat, he was always at the flat. Oh well, at least he had a date to look forward to tomorrow.
And that's the first chapter everyone! I hope you liked it and review please; I live on them like normal please live on food.