AN: Hello, and welcome to my Sherlock oneshots! These are fluffy and Johnlockish, but John and Sherlock are not a couple, nor will they be in these oneshots. It's just cute. Enjoy!
Sherlock and John were sprinting through an alley. BAM! A gunshot. John dropped into a somersault and Sherlock launched himself to the ground. They both jumped back up and resumed running. Sherlock was panting hard and was falling behind John.
"Come on, Sherlock! Just around this corner!" John yelled back. The man chasing them was yelling obscenities and waving his gun around.
They sped around the corner and almost ran into a squad car that was parked among three others, lights ablaze. Lestrade and Sally were hiding behind the open doors of one, guns ready to fire.
"He's right behind us!" Screamed John as he and Sherlock dove behind a group of black-clad police officers.
As their pursuer rounded the corner, Lestrade and Sally jumped out from behind the squad at and shoved the perp into handcuffs. They shoved him into a car, which promptly drove off.
Anderson walked over to John and Sherlock, who were sitting on the ground against a cop car, breathing hard. He tossed them each a bottle of water. "Looking a little off there, Sherlock, letting John beat you in a race!" He cackled and walked away.
John turned to face Sherlock after taking a swig of his water. "I hate to say it, but Anderson had a point. Are you feeling all right?"
Sherlock shrugged. "I'm a bit out of shape. Sometime the walk up the stairs to the flat gets me out of breath."
John set his water bottle on the asphalt and spun it between his hands. "Hey, I have an idea. We both should do something, be more active. We could join an adult kickball team!"
Sherlock almost spit out his water. "I will NOT play on a sports team with fat thirty-somethings where we have to kick a red rubber ball at each other. Golf?"
John groaned. "I won't even pretend I understand golf. We wouldn't get any exercise doing that anyways."
Both men continued to ponder athletic activities they could take part in on the cab ride back to 221b. Sherlock groaned when he saw the knocker on the door. It was perfectly straight. He slammed the door open and marched up the stairs.
"Mycroft!" Sherlock yelled. He ripped off his scarf and coat and tossed them over a chair. John calmly picked both items up and hung them on the hook between the doorways.
"Hello, brother," cooed Mycroft from his spot in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter with his cane propped up against his crossed legs.
Sherlock leaned heavily against the door frame. "What are you doing here, Mycroft?"
Mycroft smiled. "Can't a man go visit his brother?"
"Only if he wants something," coughed Sherlock. He cleared his throat. "I mean, brotherly love."
Mycroft smiled coyly. "As you're well aware, I'm trying to lose some weight, and as I'm sure you're also aware, it isn't going very well. I would like to try to take up swimming and I have a certain pool in mind, but I don't want to test it out myself. I would like you and John to go scout it out for me."
John joined Sherlock in the doorway. "You want us to go swimming? We were looking for something active to do."
"Mm. Yes. As tempting as that offer is, I'm afraid John and I have to-" Sherlock began.
"We'll do it." Said John firmly, putting a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. Mycroft watched this action bemusedly, but said nothing of it.
"I cannot believe you talked me into this," growled Sherlock. He and John were both wearing swim trunks. His were dark green and John's were navy. Sherlock was wearing a t-shirt with his coat and scarf over it. John wore a sweatshirt. They were riding in a cab to, incidentally, the same pool where Moriarty had strapped a bomb to John.
"It gets you in Mycroft's good graces, and we both get some exercise. Who knows, this could become a Sunday morning routine for us!" John said. Sherlock rolled his eyes and adjusted the grip on the bag he was holding.
John was already in the empty pool when Sherlock emerged from the locker room, holding two towels. He caught his breath when Sherlock put the towels down and John could see him shirtless. Sherlock was very pale and skinny, but he had prominent abs that John couldn't stop staring at.
Sherlock felt the same way when he caught sight of John. John seemed kind of flubby when he was wearing a jumper and jeans, but in reality he was fairly heavily muscled. Sherlock ran a hand through his curly hair, but then he realised he was staring and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Well, shall we get started?"
John grinned. "Come on in, the water's great!" He patted the water, causing it to splash slightly.
Sherlock cautiously dipped a long toe into the water. He shrugged, sat down on the edge of the pool and slid in. Once he had entered the water, he pulled a pair of lime green goggles out of the pocket of his swim trunks.
John burst out laughing. "What the HELL are those?!"
Sherlock pulled them over his curls and over his eyes. He looked like a skinny white alien. "These are goggles."
John was struggling to contain his guffaws. "I see that. Why are you wearing them?"
Sherlock pulled the goggles onto his forehead and put his hands on his slim hips. "Some people can open their eyes underwater, but I do not posses that ability."
John nodded seriously. "Yes. I completely see your point."
"Of course you do. You do have some sense in that nice head of yours." Sherlock said. He pulled the goggles back over his eyes with a popping noise and dove under the water. He attacked John's legs and pulled him under the water.
John popped back up, spluttering. "Sherlock!" He coughed. Sherlock stood up beside John, water streaming down his lean body (which John immediately noticed).
"Are you all right? I hope you didn't ingest too much-"
John jumped on top of Sherlock, dunking him under the water before he could finish his sentence. When they both resurfaced, Sherlock said, "I'm beginning to suspect this was a ploy to get us to go swimming together."
John was beaming with happiness. "We can tell him this pool will work well for whatever he wants to use it for."
Mycroft was sitting in his dark office, watching Sherlock and John play in the water on a monitor on his computer. He grinned proudly at his accomplishment, then switched the monitor to a conference meeting.