Acquaintances
Story by
Johnlock one-shot fanfic short story based on this fanfic prompt by
"You live across from me in our apartment building and we talk once in a while but we're not really friends. Then you came over one day to ask for something when i had one of my friends over and i accidentally introduced you as "the cute person who lives across the hall"
Stolen glances now and then, or so John thought. He had been living in the apartment for 3 months now and had met the mysterious stranger a few times in the entrance halls. They had both exchanged polite hellos and moved on.
The previous week he had realized the stranger in the building lived in the apartment right across the hall. John was leaving his home just as this man arrived to his. – "H—Hello" – he said, taken by surprised. The man looked at him, his pale blue eyes lingering on his face a few seconds more than usual, his face serious. – "Hello" – he answered, and closed the door behind him.
*well isn't he a strange man…* - John mused to himself, the man's mental image involuntarily stopping at his eyes and wonderful dark hair.
That evening he went back home with his friend Molly. She needed to borrow some books and after much begging he had convinced her to stay for dinner. They hadn't seen each other in weeks. An hour later they were having pizza and watching a movie, remembering the good old times before John was sent to Afghanistan.
A determined knock on the door interrupted them. – "Hello? Who is this?" – said John as he leaned forward to look through the peephole. It was the man from across the hall. He was looking to one of the sides, he seemed annoyed. – "Can I have a word with you, please?" – He said, his voice sharp.
John opened the door to find the handsome stranger looking directly into his eyes
- "You're being extremely noisy, I can't concentrate" – he said, point blank.
- "I beg your pardon? – John asked, visibly confused.
- "You are making a lot of noise, and I can't work" – he repeated.
John was looking at him, confused by his annoyance, when Molly appeared behind him.
- "And who is this…?" – she asked, teasing John. She knew exactly who he was.
- "He's the cute guy from across the hall I told you about this morning" – he choked noticing what he had just blurted out – "oh my god, I'm sorry, I don't even know your name" – he finally added, trying to drive the man's attention away from his overwhelming sincerity.
- "The name's Sherlock Holmes" – he said slowly, examining John's face with those pale blue eyes like he was some sort of strange creature.
- "It's nice to meet your Sherlock Holmes" – he said jokingly, then promised – "We'll keep it down".
Sherlock nodded and as he turned around to go back to his apartment the right corner of his lips curled up slightly, maybe he was blushing a little.