Sherlock?!
By ThatWeirdAmericanGirl
John P.O.V
John stood in front of the foggy mirror, shaving his face after his long shower. Sherlock ran into the bathroom, her long brown hair flying out behind her. She wrapped her arms around John's bare chest, not noticing that the only thing he was wearing was a towel.
Heart pounding, John jumped, cutting his face on his razor.
"Sh-SHERLOCK?!" He stuttered in surprise, blood dripping off his chin and onto Sherlock's pale hands.
"What's the matter?" John asked the detective.
"Lestrade wouldn't let me help on the case!" She wailed into John's scarred back. John gently removed Sherlock and guided her towards his room. (AN: Not in that way, you perverts! Getcho mind out the gutter!)
"Now stay here until I get back, OK?" He said lightly.
"John?" Sherlock asked quietly.
John turned around. "Yes, Sherlock?" he answered immediately.
"I'm sorry." Sherlock whispered. "About your face."
John had forgotten about the gash on his face. "Oh, Sherlock it's not your fault!" John said.
Sherlock stared at John with her light turquoise eyes. John quickly ducked out of his room to hide his blush.