Pacing pacing, that's all I ever did. Just endless boredom. My mind skipping between different trains of thought, it was as if inside my head was a never ending commuter simply never reaching his destination. Laptop, boring. Reading, boring. Mycroft, boring. I needed something! Something! "aaahhh!"
"Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson tedious voice shouted up to me. I appreciated the watchful eye she kept over me but it could be slightly annoying.
I slumped down in my chair opposite that chair that blocked all view to the kitchen; johns chair. I had meant to move it but every time I had tried, I couldn't bring myself to do it. John john john john john!
"aaaahhhh!" I shouted again. Mrs Hudson wasn't going to stay downstairs for much longer.
My mind began to scream at me. I needed john, I needed a case, I needed something to do.
But I couldn't do that without john, my john… my …. What else was john? John was just john. I hadn't really taken to his daily, sometimes weekly trips away. They would only last for a few days, Occasionaly a week but those few days felt like an eternity.
I jumped back onto my feet. I couldn't think straight at all, everything was just a blur. I rolled my head back on my shoulders waiting for them to click, and then I pulled my hands though my slightly flattened black hair. I grabbed my phone off the table with almost over active excitement. But the thing I was looking for wasn't there, that tell-tale text from john. Nothing. I don't really know what else I was expecting to find.
When the door did eventually knock I leapt out of my chair and got to the door in a few steps. In the minute seconds it took me to contemplate opening the door I decided that I was going to tell him, I was just going to bombard john with everything! Him, me, just everything.
"John I..." but I couldn't continue, I looked down onto his face and froze. I didn't know what to do. John however found my stunned look amusing.
"Sherlock. How have you been?" He asked me. I still stood there, inanimate just staring at him. "Sher-lock?" John asked me again. I couldn't, I just couldn't talk. My mind panicked, racing through my mind palace trying to find a solution to this awkward situation. This was the first time I had ever completely frozen.
My mind began to deduct, at a crazed rate; jumper, hair, growing in moustache (not again) , bags, possibly clothing, probably clothing, coat, bit cold, john, feeling, emotion, me-
"So, are you going to let me in?" he asked, pulling me back into reality.
"Bags! Uh... sorry yes,"
"Cases. On any?"
"Boyfriends, he's run away with a milkman, murders, she's on a business trip with her boss, bit more than business…" I began to tell john what I thought of all of those cases. He made faces at every single suggestion and then sighed at my deduction.
And that's when the door knocked for the second time.
So, this is my first johnlock one. I hope you like it, I wrote it for my friend who loves them I really hope its ok, cause I don't want the sherlockians coming down on me like a ton of bricks, I will not recover.