Moments
Drunk Sherlock
John walked into his apartment yawning and running a hand through his hair. He had, had a long night with an old military friend of his and was now coming back home to Sherlock. Although his satisfied and happy mood was soon soiled as he came upon Sherlock slumped in a chair with his feet up on their coffee table. His hair was disheveled and there were dark circles under his eyes and a vodka bottle in his hand.
He wore a light purple shirt with wrinkled jeans, odd for Sherlock. He normally was so prim and perfect in everything he did but when his addiction got the best of him, he became a man John barely knew. Although Sherlock also became an honest man when he went to that other place. He became more human, if Sherlock Holmes could ever truly be considered human. So with a deep breath that John had held for a moment, he made his way over to where Sherlock sat.
"Ello Sherlock," John said, and went in front of him so that Sherlock would look up at him.
"Hello John, I didn't think you would be coming home tonight." He sneered, and then took another swig off his more than half empty vodka bottle.
"Why on earth would you think I wasn't coming home? I was just going out for drink." John said blinking.
"You were with that old military man, the one whos old enough to be your father." Sherlock sneered.
John shook his head but couldn't stop himself from smiling like a fool. So it was going to be a night like that. Sometimes when Sherlock got drunk he would get needy and cling to John in a way he would never when sober. It reminded the army man that Sherlock truly did need him. That Sherlock wanted John in his life. Ever since Sherlock had faked his death there had had more than a few odd moments together. John had left the man he was thinking about marrying to stay with Sherlock, but Sherlock had said John was being stupid at the time. That John couldn't just stay around taking care of Sherlock for their whole lives. John didn't care what Sherlock had said at the time, the only time John was truly happy was when he was beside Sherlock. So that is where he wanted to stay.
"Oh come now Sherlock he isn't even that old, and why do you care about me seeing an old friend?" John asked, as he helped Sherlock up from his place on the sofa.
"I don't care about you seeing anyone, me approving of a man is the last thing with someone with my talents should be doing. You should know that better than anyone. Sure I could tell you he has two cats, and lives alone. I could even tell you where the man gets his clothes cleaned, but none of that matters to you now does it? You care about peopleā¦" Sherlock mumbled and fell heavily into John.
"Come on Sherlock, lets get you to bed before you say something that makes me punch you." John said pulling Sherlock to his bedroom.
"Thank you...John." Sherlock mumbled.
John shook his head and dropped Sherlock onto his bed and then sat beside him helping him take his shirt off so he could hopefully make him sleep.
A/N) Thank you for reading, please leave a review. I might do I few little one shots in this story. Tell me if you would like that please and say what you would want in a chapter and I might do it!
