Hey everyone, I am happy to tell you that this chapter is up. But as I know you're all very smart people and could figure that out on your own. Um… these characters are awesome thought I would tell you that. I might be ending this soon if I don't get a good response for the upcoming chapters. To tell you the truth I really like this and maybe after I'm done and wait a while I'll read it again and see if I like it even then. So yeah I hope you enjoy reading this chapter it may be short I don't know because I haven't written it yet. So yeah here you go.
John sat back in his chair letting out a huge sigh. He was having a rough day, the first patient he had told him he fell down the stairs that day and had a huge bruise on his back and needed pain killers for it. When John told him he needed to look at it to see if anything was wrong the guy refused and demanded the pain killers. John sent him out telling him he was not getting any pain killers, he made sure to pat him on the back extra hard, and of course the man didn't really flinch at all. The day really went downhill from there; he had an older lady wipe her nose all over his shirt because there were no tissues nearby. Another kid kicked him in the shin because he didn't give him a lollypop for being good, in John's defense the kid was being a brat the whole time and he also thought fifteen year olds didn't need to be rewarded with a pop for being good. He had a mother yell at him for giving her son an orange band aid. 'Orange is the most dangerous color of them all,' she had stated firmly ripping the band aid off and demanding a new one. The last patient he just had was convinced she didn't have a normal head cold but some alien disease and that she was going to die in two days. John tried to calm her down and tell her that she would be fine, and told her to come and see him in three days. She gave him a weird look on the way out but said if she was alive she would do so.
He was happy that he had just one more patient before his hour long lunch break. He grabbed the folder and didn't glance at the name before he read the chart. He sighed again; the next one was a five year old who wasn't feeling well. He strongly disliked five year olds, except Lucian of course, he was no normal five year old anyway. He could handle Lucian's few moods where he was over tired and most likely hungry. Most other five year olds wanted everything they saw on the telly and barely knew how to tie their shoes.
Lucian hid his head in his arms as the teacher droned on about the solar system. He wasn't hiding his head because he already knew the things about the solar system, but the fact that he felt like throwing up and had a really massive head ache. He started crying with every pain that shot through his head, and every breath he took in messed with his tummy.
He wished he stayed home but didn't want to bother anyone so he decided it would be better to just go to school. Now that he thought back to it, he figured it was the worst idea he ever had in his short life. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he lifted his head slowly to look at his teacher. "Lucian are you okay?" she asked worried with how pale he looked. He nodded, he decided to keep his idea going, but regretted it as his stomach lurched forward.
He tried his best to get to the trash can that was right next to him but he couldn't reach it in time. He threw up right next to the bin and he cried even more. The teacher went to his side and helped him up. "Class I'll be back," she called over her shoulder as she led Lucian to the nurses. She past a custodian along the way and told him what happened.
Sherlock lay on the couch staring up at the ceiling completely bored. He grabbed a tennis ball that he didn't know they had and bounced it off the ceiling trying to entertain himself. The phone rang and he glanced at it. He was going to let it ring but it got to him and he answered it. "Hello this is Garibaldi Elementary, I'm looking for a Mr. Watson is he there?" a lady asked sweetly over the phone, Sherlock let his head drop back and groaned.
"No," answered Sherlock dully.
"Oh, then is Mr. Holmes there?" she asked.
Sherlock sighed. "You are speaking with him," he said rolling his eyes. The lady told him about Lucian and asked if he could come pick him up. Sherlock agreed and hung up. He needed to get changed out of his pajamas first.
John looked up at the clock and noticed that the patient should be in any minute now. He fixed up his desk a little bit and went over the chart again. He took a sip of his now cold tea and tried to relax. 'Just one more patient and I can have a break,' he thought with a small smile. He started tapping a pencil on the wood and stared at the door willing it to open.
The door handle turned and John stopped his tapping and sat straight up. In walked Sherlock with Lucian holding onto him for dear life. John's eyes were wide for a few seconds before he called himself stupid for not noticing the name on the chart. "What's wrong?" he asked taking Lucian from Sherlock and putting him on the examining table. John was in between two different states at the moment, doctor state and concerned father state.
"I don't feel good," Lucian stated tiredly. John checked his temperature and looked down his throat. He asked him what didn't feel good. "My head really hurts, and my stomach."
John looked at him and frowned. "Does your throat hurt much?" he asked checking everything else.
Lucian shrugged as he attempted to grab onto John's hand. "I don't feel good," he repeated.
John grabbed his sons hand and smiled a little. "I think you have the flu," he said simply. "I had it the other week and probably gave it to you somehow. Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well this morning?"
Lucian shook his head and lies down on the examining table and shut his eyes. "Lucian wake up," John tried but the five year old didn't wake up at all. "Oh well I'm on break anyway," John sighed as he turned to Sherlock who has been standing there being quiet the whole time. "How are you?"
Sherlock didn't answer at first but pulled him into a hug and gave him a quick kiss. "I was bored most of the day," he told him as he held him to his chest. "I need a good murder."
John laughed and pushed away from him and went to his computer. "Only you would say that line," he stated happily. He clicked on a song that began playing a slow tune. "Mr. Holmes I know this is short notice but would you like to dance with me?" John asked holding out his hand to Sherlock. He could almost see the corners of the others lips twitch upwards.
Before John knew it he was pulled in yet again by Sherlock who held him firmly to his chest. He placed his other hand that wasn't holding John's onto his partner's waist as they started to sway slowly with the music. "Do you really have to ask?" he chuckled; John could hear it from within his chest and smiled.
John shut his eyes; he was no longer dancing to the music but to the rhythm of the strong heart that played the best melody ever.
Nothing could ruin the moment, not even if Sherlock said something stupid like how he had to dress up in drag to get close to a suspect for a case he had ages ago. No nothing, absolutely nothing, well except Sarah walking into the room to give John some more folders.
"Oops I'm sorry didn't know you were still in here," she said, her face was red all the way up to her ears. "Um… I'll just leave these here with you then."
John sighed and reluctantly and grabbed the folders from her. "Thanks," he said puffing out his cheeks as he shut the door. "Well I should be getting ready for my next round of patients. Will you take Lucian home?"
Sherlock let the smile that made its way to his face fall, he was mad with Sarah for interrupting. "Yeah," he said letting out how angry he really was to John. "When are you coming home today?" he asked picking up the light boy.
"Around four," John looked up at him with an apologetic voice. "Make sure to give him some medicine when you guys get home okay, and make sure he doesn't eat much." Sherlock nodded and left the office leaving John to sulk in the lost moment. John sighed and leaned back in his seat; he exited out of YouTube and rubbed his face as he glanced at the next chart.
John went up to the front desk where Sarah was sitting doing something on the computer. "Sorry about earlier," he muttered to her.
She looked up from the screen and tried to put on a smile to cover up how awkward she felt. "When did you have a son?" she asked trying to forget about earlier.
John scratched the back of his neck and looked around. "He was born around six years ago," he told her. "He came into my custody when his mother died a little while ago." Sarah nodded and left it at that. John felt very uncomfortable and decided it would be best to leave.
When he arrived home Sherlock was playing his violin, not his usual scratching noises that sounded like he was strangling a poor animal, but a sweet melody that John knew well and absolutely loved. Sherlock smiled, and watched John with his piercing eyes from the chair. John pushed himself away from the door and sat in between Sherlock's legs on the floor and listened to the music sooth his tired head. He leaned his head against his leg and sat there for the rest of the night as Sherlock played whatever he asked for.
Yay! I finished it almost a half an hour before twelve at night. That's really good because I need my sleep I almost fell asleep standing up yesterday and had to go to sleep at seven. Anyway yeah I like this one, I like the way I pictured it in my head. I hope you guys like it. Also before I go I just want to state something that I found out not to long ago. There is a man out there named John Holmes, I laughed at that one, I never knew there was such a man. Any way peace out my hommies. BYE!