John arrived home from work. He lived in a one bedroom flat that he had rented shortly after his wife kicked him out. It had been at least two months since she filed for divorce, he was glad it was going to be over quickly; the sooner she was out of his life the better. He looked around and found his bulldog, Gladstone, laying on the bed. He smiled and went over to the bed, sitting down and petting Gladstone.
"How have you been today?" John asked, "Probably had a better day than me." He smiled, thinking of Sherlock. He had never be attracted to a client before but Sherlock was different. John heard the phone ring so he got up and grabbed his phone, "Oh no" He groaned as he looked at the caller ID. He took a deep breath.
"Hello?" John answered as pleasantly as he could.
"Glad to see you still answer your phone." A female voice rudely stated.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" John asked annoyed, "Now, what do you want?"
"The divorce papers in the mail."
"You're calling me to tell me that." John remarked.
"When they get there sign them immediately, you worthless piece of shit." She then hung up.
John couldn't believe he had married her- or even loved her for that matter. The doorbell rang and he went to the door and opened it, "Greg! This is a surprise."
"Yeah, I brought take out."
John gestured him inside, " Sarah just hung up on me."
"Oh? What did she want this time?" Greg asked.
"To tell me to sign the divorce papers. Didn't have to ask me twice." John told him, serving up the food.
"You deserve someone so much better than her. I mean, you didn't do a damn thing wrong!"
"I know. I want to find that one person that likes me for me."
"You will find that one person. Maybe you already did and don't even know it." Both men smiled, John ate the meal. He couldn't help but think of Sherlock. He didn't know what it was about Sherlock he liked.
"John, I got to go I have to get up in the morning for work."
"So do I, thanks for stopping by." John said.
"No problem. Just, one more thing."
"What is it?" John asked, perplexed.
"You've been rather preoccupied this evening," He started with a grin, raising a brow as he glanced back at John, "You must be thinking of some pretty lady. Perhaps the next Mrs. Watson?"
John's face flushed before he nearly squealed out, "Oh, get out of here, you! I'm thinking of no one!"
He pushed playfully at Greg, the two chuckling before Greg left. John locked the door before heading to his wardrobe and changed into his pajamas. He settled into bed, trying to sleep but he just couldn't stop thinking about today. He mostly thought of his client, Sherlock Holmes, the teenager he shouldn't even be attracted to. John figured he must be that lonely to be attracted to his seventeen year old client. He just shrugged it off and lay in bed going to sleep with Gladstone lying next to him.
Sherlock tapped his fingers idly on his desk boredom settling over his sharp mind. He groaned, trying not to just throw his homework on the floor and going off to stimulate his mind. If he got into further trouble at school who knows what his dear brother would punish him with.
Though...
He tilted his head and thought of the therapist from that morning. That man was interesting. Hardly a punishment when something so stimulating was with him. He pitied the seven day long wait until he would see those intelligent blue eyes once more.
He shoved his half complete homework off his desk and pulled out beakers, test tubes, flasks and chemicals. His mind roared to life, a satisfied smile sliding over his lips as he began an experiment of certain poisons and acids happily.
Sherlock bit was written by winterimperfect and i wrote John bit all but some dialogue.
hope you enjoy!
