Name: His Weird Ways
Summary: John gets to know Sherlock and over time uncovers his quirks.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
John looked at himself again in the mirror. He felt that the shirt was too tight and made him look fat. The pants were too long and made him look short. John sighed and was just about to go rummaging back through his closet when he heard a knock at the door. He ran to get it and nearly fell down the stairs but managed to calm himself enough to not look so frantic in front of his date. He opened the door to find Sherlock looking calm and casual. He was wearing a purple shirt, black pants, and a blue scarf.
"Ready to go?" Sherlock asked as he offered his hand.
"Yes!" John said a little too quickly and a little too loud but Sherlock took no notice. He sighed and took Sherlock's hand. "I'm a bit nervous." John confessed sheepishly.
"Why?" Sherlock asked curiously.
"This is my first date with this guy I really like. He's really handsome, perfect even, and I'm afraid I'll scare him away." John said.
"Well if he's dating you then he's lucky. You're perfect too." Sherlock said with a smirk. "And I don't scare that easily."
"Good to know." John said with a grin. They got to the house with the party soon enough.
"Fag's here!" Someone called. John was suddenly wary and clutched Sherlock's hand tighter. He was becoming defensive and protective of this curious boy with raven curls and icy blue eyes. Sherlock glared at the people staring at them through the windows in his own show of protectiveness. Sherlock did not like to share his things and became territorial easily. They went inside and found a place to sit among the crowds of people. There were games and snacks in the kitchen and people dancing in the backyard.
"Glad you're here." Said a voice from the crowd. The leader of the bullies, Jim, appeared and smiled a bit grudgingly.
"Our pleasure." John said back with a mischievous grin. Sherlock shot him a questioning glance but said nothing. He left to rejoin his friends.
"What are you planning?" Sherlock demanded in a whisper.
"I heard him at school saying he thought being gay was a disease. Diseases are contagious." John said with an evil grin. Sherlock nodded with a smirk. "I need you to make a scene while I go spread my disease." John said with a wink before he slipped away. His short blond hair was swallowed by the crowd and suddenly he was just gone. Sherlock sighed; he had a job to do. He got up and searched for his target, Margo. She had a crush on Sherlock, didn't go to their school, and Jim was madly in love with her. He found her on the dance floor laughing and dancing with her friends. She had pink square glasses, a plaid skirt, pink sneakers and her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Two strands had escaped the tight hold of the band in her hair on each side of her face right in front of her ears. She had a long sleeve white button up shirt covered by a black lorax tee-shirt and an olive blazer. Sherlock saw Jim staring intently at her.
"Just had to be dancing." Sherlock mumbled before he slipped through the crowd and up to Margo. He put his arms around her waist and began swaying her hips to the music. She squeaked in surprise before he spun her around. She laughed with glee as they danced together.
"You Fag!" Yelled Jim as he stormed over.
"Jim." Margo gasped in Sherlock's arms.
"Jealous?" Sherlock remarked with a smirk.
"What why would I be jealous?" Jim sputtered.
"You're jealous because people like me but no one likes you." Sherlock said calmly. He knew the punch was coming, the red in Jim's face, the rush of wind, the intake of breath, she gasp of the crowd. Sherlock shut his eyes and prepared for impact but it never came. He opened his eyes to see John's hand clutching Jim's wrist. His clenched fist was inches from Sherlock's face.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to hit?" John asked through clenched teeth.
"Get off me you fag!" Jim yelled as he ripped his hand away.
"That's right, I have a disease." John said with a smirk.
"Let's see if it spreads." Sherlock said before he grabbed Jim by the head and pushed their mouths together. John stifled a laugh as Jim pulled away screaming. He ran away crying as everyone just stood there staring. "Pick your jaw up off the floor." Sherlock said casually before taking John's hand and walking away.
"I feel as though I should be jealous. My boyfriend was dancing with another girl." John said with a wounded look for Sherlock. The taller boy sighed.
"Do you want to dance?" Sherlock asked a bit begrudgingly.
"No that's fine." John said with a melodramatic sadness to him. Sherlock repressed a growl and pulled Jon back to the dance floor. He put his arms around John's neck and rested them on his shoulders. John, with his arms around Sherlock's waist was being led by the raven haired boy to the music. After the dance ended Sherlock volunteered to get drinks. John was making his way off the dance floor when someone put their arms around him. John could tell it was a man but didn't struggle just yet. He felt hands move to his hips and begin swaying them back and forth to the music while grinding them against his own hips. John looked up to find a boy maybe a year older, with his head thrown back and his lips parted. Even over the noise and hum drum of the party John could hear small moans and could feel the man's reaction as it pressed itself against John's legs. Suddenly with a loud thud the man was on the floor and John was being dragged away. When they were out front of the house they finally stopped. "Thanks for the whole saving me bit." John said with a small smile to Sherlock whose face was flushed.
"It wasn't for you." Sherlock said a bit more forcefully than absolutely necessary.
"Then why?" John asked as curiosity peaked his interest.
"I'm weird about sharing." Sherlock said and they both began laughing.