A small one-shot set during season 1- the beginning of John and Sherlock's friendship. I hope you enjoy
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"Problem?"
"Headache."
"Oh."
Sherlock sat down opposite him, his eyes as usual scanning him from top to bottom.
"Thanks for the sympathy."
"Well, it's...it's just most inconvenient."
"That's one word for it."
"I meant for me."
"Of course you did."
"You're never good company with a headache. Bordering on dull."
John sighed, Coming to Baker Street was a backward move in improving my headache.
"Why did you come over then? Why not stay out longer?" Sherlock sipped from his whisky glass. John didn't expect to be asked if he wanted one too, so he helped himself, using the glass that he had before, still left unmoved from the previous night.
"You asked me to."
"Did I?"
"Yes! You said it was of great importance."
"Oh. That. Yes. That's sorted. Two hours ago. What took you so long?"
"I knew it wasn't really important."
"How?"
"It wasn't in capitals."
Sherlock allowed himself a small smile.
"Have you got any paracetamol?"
"You're the doctor."
"Yes, a doctor. Not a walking pharmacy."
"Check the first aid box."
"We have a first aid box?"
"Yes... Mrs Hudson put it there the other day. No idea why."
John sighed and began to raise himself up.
"Actually... stop. I'll fetch them for you. Two, right?"
"Urm...yeah. Right."
John watched in disbelief as Sherlock got up and walked towards the since unheard of first aid box.
"Should I be worried?"
"What?" Sherlock shouted from the kitchen.
"I said, should I be worried? Why are you...fetching something for me?"
"Your head hurts." Sherlock poked his head around the cornner. "I wouldn't want it to hurt anymore. Getting up could cause sickness, depending on the severity of the headache."
John smiled. Small steps.