AN: Hey guys! Sorry this is a late update, I kind of forgot? Sorry. Anyway, here it is. Texts are in italic, and I have read through, but if you spot any typos, please tell me :) Enjoy!
"John."
"What Sherlock?" grumbled John.
"John, - look at you, you're freezing."
"Yeah well we've been here for hours."
Sherlock sighed, this was not an easy case, he may need to ask his brother for help. Sherlock sighed again, and turned his attentions to John, he wasn't getting anything from the crime scene anyway; he and John would have to talk to family members of the dead man.
"Cmon then, let's just go." Sherlock replied, "Lestrade!" He shouted, "We're leaving, bring the relatives in for questioning." And with that, Sherlock and his blogger stepped into the waiting cab and headed home.
John had been surprised when Sherlock noticed him shivering. Whilst they were at a crime scene Sherlock usually ignored John and more often than not, left him behind whilst he ran around the city. So when Sherlock actually stopped thinking and decided to go home because of John, John was speechless. Of course, he wasn't complaining, it was warm and dry inside the cab, but John was still freezing.
He looked over at Sherlock who was texting Lestrade, and noticed how the rain droplets stayed on the outside of the thick coat, whilst Sherlock sat snug inside the warm coat. God, how he wished he'd pulled on another waterproof before they left. John grumbled once again, and tried to furrow deeper into the seat.
Dammit Mycroft! The bloody git wouldn't give him the files he needed.
I can get them myself if you refuse to co-operate SH
I wouldn't brother dear, unless you plan on finding yourself dead at the bottom of the Thames MH
Really? The Thames? Never thought you would be the sentimental kind, brother dear SH
We are not children anymore, Sherlock. Please stop acting like one MH
Annoyed, Sherlock turned his phone to silent and put it back in his pocket. He heard a grumble to his left, John. Of course, John.
They'd been in the car park for over four hours, with no cover from wind or rain. Whilst Sherlock had this thick coat, John had a thin leather jacket. After the first few hours John was shivering. By the end of four hours, John couldn't remember what warmth felt like. John noticeably shivered as he tried to sleep in the cab. They were an hour away from Baker Street, so Sherlock decided to care for John himself.
"John," Sherlock gently shook John's good shoulder.
"John, don't go to sleep whilst you're cold, it might end badly" Sherlock trailed off with a concerned look for the blogger.
"I wan' to sleep, Sher, I'm cold and tired" John mumbled
Sherlock shook John again, "Come on John! You're a doctor, for god's sake! You know what might happen if you fall asleep in this state!"
John snapped his eyes open and stared at Sherlock, "You're right Sherlock. Don't let me sleep."
As the minutes past, Sherlock resumed checking train times for the case, whilst John tried his best tostay awake. Ten minutes later, Sherlock noticed that John had gone awfully quiet. Glancing over, he saw John wide awake, fists clenched and jaw locked.
"John?" Sherlock tentatively asked
"Sherlock, I've gone so cold that I'm hot. All I can think about is how hot it is, seriously, - can we open a window in here?" John called to the cabbie
"It's hailing mate, I'm not opening any windows when it's like this outside." He replied.
"John, John it's not hot, you're freezing, remember that?"
Sherlock was worried about John, and they still had half an hour before they reached Baker Street. Sherlock decided to see what he could do for John. Think, what would John do if their roles were swapped? Sherlock searched his mind palace for times when he'd gotten cold on a case. No, no, not that, no, definitely not that, a ha! When Sherlock had fallen in the Thames, John made him take his wet clothes off and change into warm dry ones once they were home. However, they still had a while to Baker Street, so Sherlock shrugged his own coat off, and wordlessly handed it to John.
"Sherlock what is this?"
"You need to get warm, put it on John. It's dry."
"Sherlock, this is kind – really kind, but I'm too cold, I won't warm up, I'll just make the coat wet and cold." John handed the coat back.
Sherlock took the coat but didn't put it on, again searching frantically through his memories to see what he could do. With a flash of sudden realisation, Sherlock realises what had to be done. Without speaking, Sherlock reached over to John and pulled him close against his chest. Sherlock was warm, they just had to share some heat.
"Sherlock,"
"Mmhh,"
"Sherlock," John tried again, voice monotonous.
"Yes John, what is it?"
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Well yes, I suppose, but, - Sherlock, I – I don't" John trailed off after an annoyed look from Sherlock.
"John, shut up."
"I'm shutting up, I'm shutting up, Jeez." Although John sounded annoyed, Sherlock looked down at John to see him smile as he leant his head against Sherlock's shoulder, finally starting to feel warm again. Sherlock smiled and leant his head down so that it rested on John's sandy blonde head.
After ten minutes in this position, John drifted off to sleep. Sherlock checked his temperature and decided that it was acceptable for John to sleep. He smiled again as John shifted in his sleep and snuggled further into his side.
The minutes passed by slowly. Sherlock studied John's face until he had his sleeping form memorized and securely locked into his mind palace.
"I wish someone would look at me like that." The cab driver sighed.
"I'm sorry?" Sherlock replied.
"You've been staring at him, I wish someone still looked at me like that." He explained
"I don't understand."
"The way you look at him, it's really something. You must be pretty close."
"We're, we, we're not – He doesn't want," Sherlock stammered
"Ah. Say no more. Sorry mate. But, just, have you asked?"
"What? I, I know he doesn't want this. He's John, he wouldn't, I, I don't" The cabbie cut him off.
"Look at him, look down at him." The driver asked. John was sleeping contently close to Sherlock, a smile on his face as he unconsciously shifted closer. "By now, I think he;s probably up to temperature, he doesn't need to be that close any more, but he is. Why do you think that is?"
"He's asleep, he doesn't know what he's doing." Sherlock explained hopelessly.
"Mate, I was married for thirty years, Sleeping people are aware of their surroundings, even when they're really tired. If he wants to be closer to you, it's no accident, it's not just for warmth."
This left Sherlock speechless. The cab rolled up outside 221B.
"Just think about it, I think that maybe if you ask him, you might be surprised." The cabbie advised.
"I, here." Sherlock handed the driver the fare plus a hefty tip.
After a brief debate with John, John woke up long enough to get out and head up the stairs to his and Sherlock's home, ready for a long sleep. Sherlock however, would stay up all night thinking about the wise cabbie's words.
Maybe, Sherlock thought, He and John, they could be something. Maybe, just maybe.
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