I'm trying a new formatting since I got a lot of comments telling me that I need to space out my writing more. Let me know if it's better! THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE RIGHT BEFORE BASKERVILLE (they are going on the baskerville case)
John heaved the luggage out of the cab as Sherlock began to walk towards a dark parking garage. John rolled his eyes and dug his wallet out of his jeans, paying the cabbie driver the fare. Slamming the door shut, John began to speed walk after Sherlock.
"Why are we stopping in front of a parking garage?"
Sherlock opened up a side door leading to a long flight of stairs and began to head up them, leaving the door to almost slam in John's face.
"For a car, obviously. Really John I thought that you were smarter than this."
Sherlock's deep baritone voice bounced off the white brick walls of the enclosed space.
John ran up the stairs after him, ignoring the insult, "I didn't know you had a car."
Sherlock took a sharp turn and headed up more of the cement stairs, "I don't,"
John soon took the turn and sighed as he saw more stairs and braced his free hand onto the handle bar. His feet pounded after each step he took and his breathing was becoming heavier. The bags in John's hand seemed to become heavier with every step he took. The straps of the bags dug in to his palms, and he was beginning to loose the feeling of his hand. Sherlock stopped at the last step and opened the door leading to level nine.
He held it open for John and sneered, "The car was courtesy from Mycroft."
John eyebrows rose at the kind gesture and slipped underneath Sherlock's arm. Sherlock walked towards a black hummer, John following right at his feet. Digging the keys out of his coat pocket, Sherlock unlocked the car and the headlights flickered.
John grinned at the car, "Nice car. Well then again, it is Mycroft's."
Sherlock smirked, "One of Mycroft's. I'm glad you like it, because you're driving it."
Sherlock tossed the keys to John, and John caught them with his empty hand.
"Wait what?" John's blue eyes dilated and he froze, dumbfounded, behind the car.
Sherlock opened up the passenger door and climbed in. John cleared his throat, trying to calm his racing pulse, and slowly walked towards the back door. He opened it and threw the luggage in, cursing under his breath. John clutched his hand on the open back door, and stared at the back of Sherlock's curly hair.
"Sherlock, I would drive but," John cleared his throat and that caught Sherlock's attention.
Sherlock turned around and John stared down at the ground, "I can't because of, my leg!"
Relief flooded through John's system at the perfect excuse, "It gets tired so I wouldn't be able to drive for very long so there's no use for me to drive."
John shut the back door and Sherlock smirked in the front seat. Sherlock knew John was hiding something from him, and he was going to find out what it was.
John opened the front seat and held the keys out to Sherlock.
"It's alright John, just drive for as long as you can."
John face began to pale and Sherlock held his smirk in but his blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
"But that will be pointless, it won't be for very long. You may as well just drive."
Sherlock crossed his arms. "I'm already sitting down in the passengers seat, you have the key, just drive John."
John's blood surged through him, his heartbeat quickened, and a deluge of fear and cascaded through his mind. "No Sherlock, can you just, please drive?"
Sherlock arms remained crossed and curiosity burned in his mind, "No."
John clenched his teeth and growled out, "Sherlock."
The corners of Sherlock's mouth turned up but his voice remained strict, "John honestly just put the key in the ignition, sit in the front seat, shut your door, and step on the-"
John's blood siphoned south, sizzling through his veins as it plumped to his fists, filling them with heat and urgency. "Sherlock just shut up!" John rubbed his fingers to his temple.
"John why won't you drive?" Sherlock stared directly into John's eyes and John immediately looked away, "Because of my leg-"
Sherlock let out a short bitter laugh, "I know you're lying John."
John stared at the gravel beneath his feet, "I just don't want to."
Sherlock shook his head, "No that's not either. John you do things you don't want to do all the time for me. Now do you want me to deduce it or-"
John ran his hands through his hair, shaking them, and turned around, "I CAN'T DRIVE OK?! GOD SHERLOCK!" John whipped back around and suffocating silence filled the air between them.
Sherlock cleared his throat and nodded, "Oh, ok, I'll just, drive then."
Sherlock quickly climbed out of the passenger seat and John handed him the keys and climbed into the passenger seat. They were on the road for five minutes before John couldn't deal with it anymore. The silence was choking him and embarrassment was trickling through his veins.
"Ok I know you have questions."
Sherlock let out a breath of relief, he had millions of questions racing in his mind. "Why?"
John rested his cheek on his hand and stared out the window at the city whipping by. "I tried to learn a lot of times. My dad taught me but we didn't get very long into the lesson since things," John cringed at the memory, "changed. And of course I tried a drivers class but it just never clicked I guess. Eventually I just gave up, I mean we do live in London. You don't really have to know how to drive, you can just take a cab or the tube everywhere."
Sherlock shrugged, "It's good to know how to drive though."
John pursed his lips, "True but it isn't necessary."
Sherlock stopped at a red light and turned towards John, "John-"
John glared at Sherlock, "Sherlock could we please just drop this?"
The light turned green. Sherlock turned back towards the road and hit the gas, "Ok."
Sherlock wouldn't drop it thought, because the fact that John didn't know how to drive baffled him. Sherlock decided that he couldn't allow this any longer and that he was going to teach John how to drive. It wasn't impossible to learn how to drive after all, John just needed the right teacher.
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