AN: Just wanna let you know that I won't be able to update frequently in the near future. I need to fix up my schedule for this year...with practices, school and etc.
Oh and have you seen the BBC original drama footage?! 'Just the two of us against the rest of the world.' I have been crying ever since.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter ten: The Ridiculous Two
"Oh do hurry up John, will you? That is of course if you still want coffee.."
"Wait I-"
"No time for that."
"But there is an-"
"No time for that either. Come on"
John groaned loudly as the detective all but pushed him into the nearest coffee shop. He would very much appreciate something hot and calming, which preferably had a lot of coffeine in it, but he would also appreciate to not be thrust on and about by his flat mate.
Having to finally work on a case after three weeks of passiveness, was Christmas for Sherlock and a curse for the doctor. For most obvious reasons, one of which was that when the detective got excited about something, one should wisely stand aside and try not to approach the man for a safe amount of time.
John had naturally considered this idea, and not once I might say. He could easily ignore Sherlock, his work and his disturbing habits of always getting himself in some kind of trouble, any time. It was not John's job or priority to follow the detective around London, equally risking his life by his side and getting involved in some doings. But then again how could he not? To the doctor, Sherlock was like an eight year old, spoilt child with the most brilliant head ever and he constantly felt like he had to keep an eye on the man, so as to avoid some unpleasant incidents.
The shop was empty except for them and it wasn't surprising at all as nobody in the right mind would set foot in there at such an ungodly hour. John sighed tiredly and stretched his arms, while the detective kept himself entertained by typing something on his phone. A waitress soon appeared by the counter and referred to them with a professionally polite smile.
"Would you like to order something?"
"Yes, please." John answered quickly, before the detective could come up with anything mean to say. "Espresso with cold milk and cream."
"Coming right up." the lady smiled charmingly at him and with a nod and a wink disappeared out of their view. John did not think much of it, taking the gesture as something usual for the shop assistant and propped an elbow on the board so as to make the waiting more comfortable.
"Thirty eight, not married, has got a relative connection with the man running this foundation." said Sherlock indifferently, not averting his attention from the screen of his black berry. "Also she's physically attractive...for her age."
"Suppose so." John shrugged, being pretty much used to the man deducing almost everyone they'd meet on the way.
"You suppose so, eh?" The consulting detective challenged, looking up from his phone at last, "And she finds you quite appealing if I'm not mistaken, which I'm not."
"Well what do you want me to hit on her or something?"
"Why not?"
"Because as much as I remember," John chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm currently in a relationship with a certain prat...so no luck here."
"And if you weren't?"
"Weren't what?"
"In a relationship with me. For a second forget about my existence at all."
"Sherlock that's the most stupid thing I've heard yo-"
"Let's presume that I'm dead or we've never met at all. Would you involve yourself with another?"
John pulled a face at the asked, not really knowing how to react. Sherlock was most notorious for his thought provoking and manipulating attitude and of course John was always the best victim.
"That question is hardly fair, my dear." he answered eventually, scratching the back of his ear uneasily.
"Why not?" the detective snapped, an annoyed edge in his voice, obviously frustrated with having to repeat the same sentence more than once that day.
"Because if I were to say 'Yes', you wouldn't like it, and to say 'Never again' wouldn't sound nice."
"Please, John." Sherlock snorted and also made his way to the counter. "I thought you knew me better than that. This is merely a discussion of what might have been and not necessarily what will or cou-"
"Alright, alright...I see." the doctor stated in defeat, although he really could not see the point of this odd conversation. At the detective's expectant gaze, he rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't know...maybe. Perhaps."
"Perhaps?"
"Yes. Are you satisfied now?"
"Very."
The doctor nodded curtly, being relieved himself as the matter seemed to have settled down. Surprisingly he could not wait to go back to solving the recent crime. As life kept proving, civil relationship and decent talks were not a threat(or a possibility) for the couple.
"Can I borrow your phone?" asked Sherlock suddenly, snapping him out of his musings. "Mine's out of battery."
The good doctor was about to reply the automatic 'yes' before his eyes caught the sight of the other man and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to retain himself from cursing aloud. Leave it to Sherlock to be difficult about everything.
His flat mate was fixated on the mobile in his hand and he had his trade mark glare on his face. It was not rare or unusual to find the man supporting that facial expression, but most people usually confused his glaring face with his thinking face. Right now, however he was definitely wearing the im-so-pissed-everyone-is-an-idiot-i-want-to-kill-s omeone expression.
"Oh, no. Now that's bugging you." John heaved a sigh and turned towards his partner. "Look, Sherlock..."
"I assure you that there's nothing 'bugging' me. Now can I have the phone?"
"You're practically glowering here, so don't be ridiculous and quit doing so." the good doctor told him gently. "The truth is that I'm rather...very content with what we have. And you mean a hell lot to me..."
"Sentiments, John." Sherlock cut him off impatiently, grimacing slightly at the former soldier's words. "You know, I hate those. Can we stop being tiresome now and forget that this whole conversation ever happened? By the way, I'm still waiting for your phone."
John opened and closed his mouth a few times before he could formulate a proper answer for that and just when he was about to speak up, the waitress returned with his order. He threw a warning glance at the detective and dove into his coat pocket, looking for his wallet.
Meanwhile Sherlock was not at all amused by the continuation of the events and let out an irritated groan, which went mostly ignored by the rest of the occupants of the room. The woman gave him a quizzical look and John didn't even bother to look at him, let alone, spare some time to pass him the bloody phone already!
Exasparated, the detective decided to take it upon himself to fetch the much needed tool for communication and with two measured strides he was behind John. It took him even less than that to detect the location of the doctor's phone and without a second thought Sherlock put his hand into the back pocket of his boyfriend's jeans. All the way in.
"Sherlock!" John shrieked and jumped slightly on his place, almost spilling the contents of his cup.
Taken aback by the intrusion, he could only gape at the detective who was smirking triumphantly at him and already half way through a text. By his phone.
"Would your..." the waitress sniggered. "Would your boyfriend like to have something as well?"
"My bo-...No, he is...he doesn't eat or drink when we're on a-"
"Black, two sugars." said Sherlock with a half smile. "Thank you."
The rest of the day went comparably smoothly, with them investigating a crime scene, Sherlock insulting police officers, them going to the yard and Sherlock insulting some more. Now they were sited in the lab and both were minding their own businesses...more or less.
The detective was in his usual spot in front of the microscope, completely engulfed observing an object that was believed to be evidence while John sat on a nearby chair, trying not to appear tense or frustrated. His jaw clenched as Molly let out another light giggle and continued hovering around Sherlock. Way too close to Sherlock.
Molly Hooper was a friend and a very dear one also. After they had come out as a couple, John was not sure on how the young woman had taken the news. She always tried to behave as usual in their company and even proved to be supportive and understanding towards them, but he could tell that most of the times her attitude was rather forced.
It was obvious that Molly had not entirely got ridden of her crush over the detective, although she didn't have much opportunity to display whatever emotion she was feeling during their daily basis. Sherlock had remained as unapproachable as ever, chosing not to feed her with empty hopes or wishes. Today, however, the detective turned out to be more conversable, whether it was because of the new case or he was just doing it to irritate the doctor, John didn't know.
They had not yet resolved the conflict they'd had earlier at the shop, but pride be damned, he was not going to just stand there when his boyfriend was being so shamelessly flirted with.
The detective lifted his head from the table and regarded John with a careful glance before lowering his gaze back to his task.
"You may leave if you want." he said casually, getting the doctor's full attention. "We're quite done for today any way."
Why you snarky bastard...Fine. Two can play this game.
"Alright." John answered just as lightly and walked to the younger man. "So, see you at home?"
"Yes, of course."
John nodded, looking at Molly from the corner of his eye and before Sherlock could go back to working, he grabbed the man by his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. It was just a quick connection of their mouths, not quite chaste but not passionate either. Just enough to leave the detective wanting more.
"Right, I'll just go...now." the doctor grinned when they separated and with a short goodbye to a bewildered looking Molly, he made his way out of the room.
John didn't hesitate to walk away, but his steps were rather dragged and slower than usual. Maybe he was wrong thinking that Sherlock would...
"John wait!" he smirked to himself, upon hearing the breathless cry of his boyfriend and turned around to find the detective running in his direction. He watched in amusement the nearing form of Sherlock, before he realized that the man did not intend to stop at all.
John almost fell over as Sherlock closed the distance between them and the same instant his lips were on his, kissing feverishly. Instinctivly he wound an arm around the taller man's neck and as he worked Sherlock's mouth with his own, the detective's hands found their place on his hips. They stayed in their embrace for another few minutes, before John broke away, giving Sherlock's lower lip one last suck.
The detective sighed contently and pressed their foreheads together, gazing down at his flat mate with a twinkle in his eye.
"I think..." Sherlock said with a teasing smile and pecked John on the cheek. "It's you who's being ridiculous now."
The good doctor wanted to protest, to feel offended or at least try to object to that, but somehow, as he hugged the younger man closer, he couldn't agree more.
One thing was certain: they were still the two ridiculous flat mates, that were absolutely mad for each other.
AN: Extremly looong chapter! D: The ending turned out lamely. I wanted to finish it with Sherlock going back into the lab and thanking Molly for playing along or something...but then again I was rather done with this one. I actually like Molly a lot, she's sweet and lovely. Peace.