'Lo. This is the second one shot, which is set on the second track on the album For The First Time. It's a personal favourite of mine and actually prompted me to buy the album, however I found it quite hard to think of an idea based around it and how Sherlock could relate, so as a result I dont think this is my best one shot at all. In fact i think its quite weak, but its the best Ive got so sorry if ive let you all down. Still, here you go.


Two: For the First Time.

Every time John follows Sherlock on a case and they end up imprisoned or half strangled or strapped to explosives, he thinks about the first time they met.
He thinks about the first sentence Sherlock said to him and how he'd been so surprised he hadn't answered him for a second.
Sherlock frequently surprises him now, whether its waking him up by looming over his bed in the early hours of the morning or leaving acid in mugs of tea which John has nearly drunk on more than one occasion, or even sometimes just by saying "Do you want me to pick up anything on the way home?" (Sherlock has never been awfully considerate). John likes that Sherlock surprises him though, life would be boring without it.

"Are you alright?
A voice cuts through his thoughts and he turns his head awkwardly in the cramped space to look at the dark haired man a few feet away from him.
"How did we get into this mess, Sherlock?"
The man regarded him curiously.
"They brought us in a van..."he attempted. "Are you okay, John? You didn't get knocked out did you? Does your head hurt anywhere?" the man fired off quickly, face creased in concern.
"Yes you bloomin' moron you're the one giving me a headache!" John half laughed. "Calm down, I'm fine. I was just wondering, I mean, we're quite a pair aren't we?"
He is surprised (see) when the younger man smiles.
"We are indeed, John. What's brought this on?"
"Oh you know, I like to ponder life when bound in chains."
Sherlock chuckled quietly. "You're a character, Doctor Watson. The truth is, I'm very glad I met you."
The blonde haired man gaped at him. Sherlock had never said anything of the sort to him, and now here they were, chained with no escape and he was revealing things to him. It was a little worrying to be honest.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"...Are you feeling alright?"
Sherlock laughed again and looked at him pointedly.
"I am fine. I just wanted to let you know, I mean we do spend all of our time together, we live with each other and despite you being a complete idiot-"
John shot him a dark look which Sherlock missed (conveniently) "- you are actually very helpful and I regard you as my closest friend, indeed the only friend I have ever had really."

John is shocked, can barely string a sentence together.
"Um, thank you," he manages.
"Don't mention it. It is customary to share things between friends, is it not?" he asks, head back against the wall now, eyes closed.
"Er yes," John agrees. "Quite."
They are quiet for about three seconds and then John feels like he should say something back.
"I regard you as my closest friend too," he blurts out.
Sherlock lifts his head and looks round at him, a small, smug smile on his face.
"Of course you do."
John rolls his eyes, there is the Sherlock Holmes he knows.
"Come on then John, jerk your wrist six cm to the right and lets get out of here," the detective says cheerily.
John just stares.
Even after all these years, after John thinks he gets Sherlock finally, he still surprises him. Really, he thinks, as he breaks the bonds holding him (Sherlock is always right, aggravatingly) and moves to free the younger man, it feels like he is meeting Sherlock for the first time, every time.


"And we don't know how we got into this mess, it's a god's test,
Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best,tryna' make it work but man these times are hard.
Even after all these years, we just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time.
Oh, these times are hard, yeah they're making us crazy, don't give up on me baby."

The Script-For the First Time.