John woke to Right Said Fred blasting through the flat. He sat up, his head slightly throbbing and a mug of tea plonked on his bedside table with a note reading: Drink! -CH. John rolled his eyes, sipping his tea. He sighed, for an American she made good tea.
"Enjoying your cuppa?" Charlie appeared at the door feigning a cockney accent, she wore a black t-shirt with white writing, which was covered by her arms.
"Yes I am. What's the t-shirt?" He asked, Charlotte never folded her arms, Sherlock had made a point of telling him so.
"It's a gift from Papa." She grinned, her word for Mycroft changed daily, one day she regarded him as Mystrade and he replied, John concluded she did it a lot.
"Can I see?" He asked.
"Nope. It's a surprise for you and Sherly." She laughed, "drink up!" She skipped away and John pulled himself out of bed. Sherlock burst out of his room, Charlie giggled. "Morning Sherly."
"Charlotte? New T-shirt?" He asked.
"Of Course but you knew that." She laughed. "Oh yes, Doctor Watson, how was the date?"
"Date?" John rubbed his head and turned to Charlotte.
"With Meghan?"
"Charlotte do you have to play that racket so loud." Sherlock snapped, quickly changing the subject. Charlotte stepped a little closer to her uncle.
"Of course Uncle!" John rolled his eyes, leaving the Holmes' to their stare down. He perched back on his bed and checked his phone.
Charlie's really something! Meet me outside 221B in half an hour.
-Greg.
John sighed, he missed his mate time with Greg, he was with Mycroft 100 percent presently. John changed and quickly cleaned. He fixed his jumper and stepped out of his room. Charlie was grinning, poking Sherlock as he refused to move from his stubborn position in front of the door. John inspected the t-shirt, it read 'Keep Calm and Ship Johnlock'. John groaned and shoved Sherlock out of the way, Charlotte grabbed his collar pulling him back.
"See you later John!" Charlie shouted before planting a smacker on John, Sherlock scowled in the background. Happy with her uncle's reaction, Charlie grinned and skipped off.
"Okay..." John left. He honestly could not take any more Holmes' nonsense today.
"So, you and Sherlock?" Greg asked over his pint.
"No me and Meghan actually." John raised his eyebrow sipping his tea.
"Yes... Meghan... Sherlock's twin." Greg sipped his pint and eyed John.
"No, Greg she's Mycroft's twin." John explained.
"Nope, Mycroft showed me the birth certificates... Don't ask... She's definitely Sherlock's twin." Greg grinned his malicious grin. "So, if you are attracted to Meghan... does that mean you are attracted to Sherlock." John paled before flushing red.
"You know what I have to go." John grabbed his coat and dropped a fiver into Greg's palm. The detective Inspector giggled as John rushed off.
Charlotte was no where to be seen when John returned to 221B. He was rather drunk, and stumbled into Sherlock.
"Hey... Hey hey hey hey YOU!" John shouted, wagging his finger at Sherlock.
"John?" Sherlock asked, holding John up by his arms.
"Meghan's your twin. Not Mycrofts!" John pouted.
"Does it matter, John? She's still my sibling." Sherlock tightened his grip on John as he lost the feeling in one leg.
"Yeah it does! Meghan's too much like you, all I see is you now!" John sulked.
"Is that such a bad thing John? Meghan has my genes, we are going to be a like." Sherlock explained.
"She has your cheekbones! She looks too much like you, it worries me Sherlock!"
"Why John?"
"Because I think I love you." John mumbled. Sherlock laughed.
"John, you are drunk."
"Do you not like me?"
"As a friend yes. John."
"No, no, no, no! Do you not even find me attractive?" Sherlock laughed.
"You have some features that some may find good looking, but it's not my place to judge. Meghan's a lucky woman."
"I don't love her! I love you." Sherlock settled John down on the sofa, and pulled a blanket over him.
"Go to sleep John." Sherlock sighed as John pouted but complied.
Lying through his teeth to John was hard.
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