I do not own Sherlock, The BBC do, Sherlock Holmes was created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I make no money from writing this.
Sorry about it taking so long and being so short.
The sun was annoying, it's hair streaked through the blinds and caused Sherlock to moan and raise a hand to his face. A clean cut, no chance of infection, especially since a plaster had been applied to his face. His eyes fluttered opened, his vision although blurry could make out distorted figure rushing across the room.
"You haven't been eating."
Sherlock turned his head slightly and glanced at John Watson who had settled into a tall plastic chair, scrunching his legs uncomfortably with his back hunched to Sherlock's level.
"Boring. Wastes my time... do you know where my glasses are?" Sherlock asked, glancing up at the man sharply.
"Waste of- Sherlock you collapsed on a stage doesn't that make eating a little important?" John asked, his hand scrunched as he broke eye contact with those brilliant blues.
"You could of-" He squeezed, "-you could of died." He mumbled the last bit, biting on his lip.
Sherlock snorted and waved his hand causally.
"You sound just like them, Sherlock, eat. Well done boy that's it just another mouth full. I'm not some dog, I don't take orders and I won't be treated like a five year old." He said. His gaze suddenly fell upon the scurrying young nurse who was arranging some flowers.
"Do you mind!" He spat harshly, she turned to him startled before rushing out the room. John winced as the door slammed shut.
"You could try to be a little nicer,you know polite." He said "make some friends." Sherlock glared at him a obvious flicker of hurt in his eyes.
"I don't need you." He said coldly. John began to protest but the man had already turned his back to him.
"Of course you don't" John agreed, he paused for a moment, watching Sherlock's blank face.
"But... I need you." Sherlock didn't move, but his mouth twitched a bit and his eyes flickered back slightly. John suddenly reached over and grabbed Sherlock's hand, squeezing it tight.
"With you... I feel human. Maybe- maybe that's enough for now." John said smiling as Sherlock turned his head to meet his eye. For a split second, Sherlock's fingers relaxed in John's grasp, coming down to touch the knuckles.
Suddenly the door slammed open and Sherlock wrenched his hand away quickly, glaring at the wall. John sighed and silently watched the slightly younger man for a moment. With his heart thumping he turned to the person and his heart dropped.
Sarah.
It had seemed in that moment everything had fallen back into place. Lestrade, Jim, John and Sarah had been sitting down for lunch, Sarah cuddled up against John who just stared on blankly and ate his chips.
"Do you fancy going out in the summer, to the beach or something?" Sarah suggested stealing a couple of John's chips.
"Mmm." John responded pushing away his plate and leaning against his arm. Lestrade shook his head weakly as Sarah's face fell, he leaned over.
"Hey Sarah I heard about the promotion, you'll be a doctor in no time!" He said smiling at her.
Sarah grinned, picking up a chip and nibbling on it thoughtfully.
"They really liked my work. I was thinking now that I'm getting a reasonable wage, me and John could go away in the winter, somewhere hot?" She directed the question to John who just shrugged.
Jim was smirking, eyes flickering back towards John and Sarah. He was still smirking even when Molly came along and sat down next to Sarah glaring at him with hate. John suddenly looked at her, smiling hopefully.
"How have classes been Molly?" He asked. Molly looked at him surprised before smiling forcefully.
"Maths was fun the other day..." She mumbled.
"What about Chemistry?" He pressed on, his eyes lighting up with hope. She stared at him for a moment, noticing how Sarah's face fell.
"It's fine..." She said. "So Sarah, how are you? Hav-"
"-Everyone okay in your class?" John interrupted. Sarah flushed red with embrassment.
"I'm so sorry Molly, John calm down." Sarah said, she turned to John and placed her hand against his face, he glanced at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing her. It lasted for only a couple of seconds before John pulled back, without a word he pushed himself to his feet and walked off.
Sherlock blinked back at himself in the mirror. He looked so different, he never noticed how blue his eyes were until he began to wear contacts. His hair now curly and shorter, framing his face quite nicely. He glanced down at his clothes, a long jacket that fell to the back of his legs with long black trousers to add to the look. He glanced back up at himself again and stared at himself wordlessly.
"Is this enough?" He asked. From behind him Jim stepped forward grinning like a Cheshire cat, his arms encircled Sherlock's waist, he leaned in and breathed in Sherlock's scent.
"Perfect." He whispered, he rested his chin on Sherlock's shoulder.
"John will love you." He said.
Sherlock smiled.
:( Why do they give us so much work at Christmas?
