I'm back! I am really really sorry for abandoning all of my fics for so long but it's been really stressful recently with billions of exams and coursework deadlines so I haven't really had the time to write so here's a fairly long one to make up! Un Beta-d so please point out any mistakes if you spot them.
Pairing - Johnlock
Words – about 1300
Tiredness filled John's bones, dragging his mind away from where he was standing and pulling his eyelids closed as he fought to stay conscious. Sherlock was currently bickering with Lestrade over something or other; probably about withholding evidence or something equally as Sherlock-y. John couldn't remember what it was Sherlock had done this time nor did he care that much. He just wanted to go home to his bed, crawl under the covers and not emerge for a few days.
The case had been a particularly trying one; taking Sherlock almost a week to solve. The only sleep John had gotten over the course of the entire case was when he drifted off in cabs or in the lab, only to be rudely awakened by Sherlock to be dragged off around London somewhere. It must have added up to under four hours sleep in six days. The case was solved now and all John wanted to do was sleep. Then have tea. Then eat. Then have a shower. Not necessarily in that order.
Even Sherlock was starting to look a little tired after only getting sleep when he occasionally simply passed out in a taxi. As soon as the taxi stopped however, Sherlock would bounce out of it and act as if he had never been asleep.
John could barely keep his eyes open, let alone remain standing. Just as he reasoned that the pavement actually looked quite comfortable, an arm wound its way round his waist from behind, half holding him up before he could collapse.
"We're leaving now, come on," Sherlock's baritone voice rumbled in his ear.
John mumbled something incoherent and Sherlock smirked. He threw Johns arm over his shoulder and tightened the arm around his waist so he could drag him to the main road. John barely noticed as Sherlock hailed a cab and lifted him inside. He slumped into Sherlock's side and his head rested on his shoulder as she was finally allowed to drift off.
John's eyes flickered open, the room was dark but a small stream of sunlight was filtering in through the crack in the curtains. He didn't have a clue where he was; he was lying, fully clothed in a bed but this wasn't his bed and certainly wasn't his room. He didn't have a copy of the periodic table framed on his wall. He could hear deep breathing to his left and became very aware of the warm body pressed up against his, an arm flung lazily around his waist and the head on his shoulder, mass of dark curly hair tickling his neck. So he was in Sherlock's bed with Sherlock. Right. People would definitely talk if they found out about this. This would not be included in the write up of the case in his blog.
However wrong it should have felt to be curled up with his flatmate in bed, it actually felt quite nice. As soon as that thought arose John tried to push it back down. He wasn't gay. He was simply tired and Sherlock was warm next to him. He was most definitely not gay.
Tea. That was what John needed right now. Tea. He tried to get up without jostling the bed and waking Sherlock but he had barely moved at all when he was pulled back by surprisingly strong arms and found his chest covered by floppy dark curls as Sherlock's head shifted from his shoulder to his chest, locking him in a vice like grip.
"Sherlock" He murmured softly. "Sherlock, c'mon get off me,"
"Stop moving and shut up, I'm sleeping" Sherlock mumbled into John's shirt, tightening his arms around him. John smirked at his possessiveness and tried again to loosen his grip.
"Come on Sherlock, let me up,"
"No."
"Sherlock," John sighed exasperatedly.
"No. You're warm." John rolled his eyes.
"Yes and I also need a cup of tea and a shower,"
Sherlock didn't even bother replying to that, merely making some sort of unintelligible mumble to show his displeasure at this. John rolled his eyes once again.
"What time is it?" When Sherlock didn't respond John reached for the phone on the bedside table next to him and instantly regretted it as the screen lit up and blinded his tired eyes.
"Sherlock, it's half past three in the afternoon! What time did we get back?" John was answered by the soft sound of Sherlock's slow, deep breathing which told him that he had fallen asleep again. Not surprising really, he must have had less than two hours sleep in the past six days. John sighed and sank back down into the pillows. He could stay in bed a little longer.
It was quarter past four when John finally disentangled himself from Sherlock and went to have a shower. By the time he emerged Sherlock was sprawled in a chair at the dining table eating his way through three slices of toast. An empty mug of tea and several yogurt pots were already littering the table around him.
"Did you eat at all during the case, Sherlock?"
"What? No. Yes. Umm, you made me eat that toast on Tuesday and those biscuits on Friday,"
"You went for six days on a slice of toast and two biscuits? No wonder you're hungry,"
"Digesting slows me down."
"No it doesn't, Sherlock. Passing out from hunger or tiredness slows you down. What time did we get back last night?"
"About half past four in the morning,"
John nodded, he didn't quite know what to ask about why he woke up cuddling with Sherlock and didn't have a clue what to expect. He decided not to beat about the bush at to just say it.
"Why did I wake up with you in your bed this morning, Sherlock?"
"Technically it was already afternoon by the time-"
"Why was I in your bed?" John cut across him.
"You were heavy." Sherlock shrugged and went back to munching.
"What?"
"Well I was hardly going to carry you up another flight of stairs to get to your bedroom was I?"
"You could have just dumped me on the sofa or something instead of sleeping practically on top of me,"
"It hurts your shoulder and you complain when I let you fall asleep on the sofa. Putting you in my bed was the only logical solution. I was tired too though and my bed is much more comfortable than the sofa."
John was touched by the gesture, Sherlock didn't usually care about other people or what impact his actions might make unless it was for a case."Right, well, thanks," Sherlock just nodded in response and continued eating his toast. "Would you at least eat something healthy?"
"I am eating, am I not?"
"Well, yes,"
"Which is more than I normally do,"
"Sherlock you have to eat more healthily. You just need to eat more to start with but when you do eat you actually need to be taking care of your body," Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Transport, John, I-"
"Just eat this," John tossed an apple to Sherlock, who caught it without even looking up. John snatched a piece of toast from Sherlock's plate and sat down opposite him.
"So what actually happened yesterday?"
"You weren't really much help,"
"I hadn't slept in three days."
"Yes, and?"
"And normal people need to sleep more than two hours every three days,"
"Dull."
John didn't even bother arguing with the detective, he would never manage to convince him that normal people needed at least six hours of sleep a day, and that he was one of those normal people.
They sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of breakfast, after waking up how they did it should have felt awkward between them but it didn't. It felt somehow right. John hadn't had a better night's sleep in years. He felt so content with Sherlock's arms around him, drifting between sleep and wakefulness. His bed seemed rather cold and empty by comparison.
So I really don't know how to end chapters. Again I'm sorry for the haitus but I've finished all of my exams and I only have one coursework deadline left which I have finished everything for so I have much more time now and I have lots of fic ideas so I should be uploading a bit more frequently. I've been quite worried about uploading this one because I quite like it but I'm not actually sure if it's any good or not which is why it has been sitting on my laptop being edited far more than it normally would have. Reviews would be lovely :3
