Hey hey everyone! So sorry I've been out so long again! The doctor and I had two sleepovers in a row! Some craziness there, also I shall put up a picture hopefully all of you can see. The doctor (that wonderful artist) drew a lovely picture inspired by our sleepover and our new nicknames for each other. He being Moriarty. I being Sherlock. (All of you guys should take the BBC quiz!) Enjoy!
At last they left the base and Carmella looked a little paler than when they had arrived. John had one of her arms on his shoulder much to her complaint.
"Come on I can still walk." Carmella complained as John helped her into the cab.
"I'd rather you not collapse like Mrs. Hudson said you had." John said and got in beside her.
Carmella continued to grumble to herself until Sherlock got in and the driver revved the engine. She winced at the sound and fumbled for her ear plugs until she had them in and sighed with relief.
"Why did you record them?" John asked looking as Sherlock pulled out his phone.
"To capture their reactions of course." Sherlock said and started to rewind the videos he'd captured.
John leaned over to look, "What do you think you'll see?"
"Everything I need."
Carmella had fallen asleep again and by the time they had all arrived back to 221b Bakers Street the new door was in place and Sherlock frowned.
"What's wrong Sherlock?" John asked helping Carmella out of the car.
"The door is red."
Indeed the new door was a dark cherry red, looked exactly like their old door minus the new shade. And Sherlock could not look any less pleased.
"I like it." Carmella said sleepily and rubbed her eyes.
"You don't live here." Sherlock said, annoyance lacing into his words.
"Oh come on Sherlock, it's really not that bad, I like it too." John said and helped Carmella inside.
The second he grabbed the new gold polished handle Sherlock had hit his hand.
"Ow! Come now Sherlock your being childish." John said rubbing his hand.
"Really Sherly." Carmella said, blinking her big brown eyes at him, "I would like to go and sit down."
Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, "Come on Sherly are you really going to argue with a sick lady?"
Sherlock shut his mouth again and moved aside to let John open the door and allow Carmella in.
"After you Sherly." John chuckled and bowed as he held the door open.
"Oh do shut up John." Sherlock growled and entered before John came in and closed the door after him.
Carmella was headed up the stairs when Adrian called out from Mrs. Hudson's apartment, "No no we're in here!" he called and Carmella bee lined, grateful she didn't have to climb the stairs.
Carmella nestled herself comfortably on Mrs. Hudson couch with a warm cup of tea.
"Oh my dear, your hands are so cold." She said and poured more tea into the cup to add heat.
"They've always been that way." Sherlock commented from the doorframe of Mrs. Hudson's apartment while John came in and sat in an arm chair.
"That's true, now Car you haven't taken your medicine." Adrian said pulling out a pill organizer. He opened one of the compartments and out spilled five pills.
"Good lord what do all of those do?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"Make me as comfortable as I can be." Carmella responded and took the pills from Adrian.
She took three easily in one gulp of tea the next two were far too large to get down on one breath. After she was done she looked even more tired than she had when they had come in.
"Car? You sure you want to head home?" Adrian asked feeling the woman's forehead.
"I'm fine." Carmella said trying to stand and for getting of the tea cup in her hands and split in down the front of her jacket.
"That's it; you can't leave in state like this." Adrian said and got up to carry Carmella out.
"No no! I can walk damn it!" Carmella said and tried to push Adrian away.
"She could just stay the night here." Sherlock said and everyone turned to look at him.
He was still in the door frame, leaning and shrugged, "Your right doctor she is in no condition to be traveling."
"But where would she sleep?" Adrian asked, protective mode kicking in.
"In my room, I'll sleep in John's."
"And where will I sleep?" John asked standing up with anger that he could just be kicked out of his own room like that.
"With me of course." Sherlock said with a little shrug.
John looked dumbfounded, at a complete loss for word. He couldn't be serious. There was no way Sherlock really was about to sleep in his bed with him. Sherlock didn't sleep, it was fine. All John could really do was hope Sherlock was joking and that nothing would come of this plan.
After they all said their goodnights to Mr. Hudson and borrowing a nightgown, Adrian led Carmella to Sherlock's room.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Adrian asked hoping she would say no and he could take her back to the hotel so he could watch her.
"Yes I'll be fine, I have a soldier in the next room I'm sure I'll be ok." Carmella said and shooed him out so she could change.
Adrian stood outside for a moment and when John started to his room, looking gloomy he reached out and grabbed John's shirt.
"Watch out for her, I don't want to see a hair out of place." Adrian said and held John off the floor a bit.
"I will." John answered a little frightened that the normally carefree and flirty doctor was so serious.
"I mean it, Carmella cannot be hurt. Nothing can happen to her at all Dr. Watson." Adrian said; a cold look in his blue eyes.
"You have my word that no harm will come to your companion." John swore and Adrian put him down.
"Good, I'll be over second thing in the morning with a change of clothes." Adrian said and dusted himself off.
"Second thing?" John asked confused.
"Well you don't really think I'd get up first thing in the morning do you? Carmella can handle herself." Adrian shrugged.
"Wait you just said-"
"Well good-bye doctor!"Adrian called and headed to the door, "Sherlock," he nodded his head before going down the stairs whistling.
"He's an odd one." Sherlock noted and knocked on his bedroom door.
"Look who's talking." John grumbled.
"What?" Sherlock asked turning face him.
"Hm?" John hummed.
Sherlock turned again to his door and John went to his room. Carmella answered the door, two braided pig tails in her hair and nightgown touching her toes.
"You night gown is too long."
"It's not mine."
"It's humorous."
"Did you want to just stay out there and comment on my appearance or did you need something?" Carmella asked, just annoyed and wanting to sleep.
Sherlock easily slipped past her and through all of the mess pulled free a pair of purple striped pajama bottoms, and slipped past Carmella again easily.
"Please don't move too much around." Sherlock and closed the door behind him.
"Yeah goodnight to you too!" Carmella shouted then grumbled and slipped into Sherlock's bed, just wanting sweet, blissful sleep.
Meanwhile John was getting into his pajamas, a simple set of light blue pajamas with a small rabbit detail at the bottom left hand corner of the shirt, the edge of the sleeves and one on the right ankle. John had brushed his teeth and was all set for bed when Sherlock walked in; in just his pajama pants.
John blushed at first then turned around, "Where is your shirt Sherlock?"
"I'm not putting one on." Sherlock said and got into John's bed.
John blinked as Sherlock snuggled into his bed, "What-I mean, why not?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I don't like sleeping in them." Sherlock said and closed his eyes, "Are you going to turn off the lights?"
"Of course, put a shirt on." John said, not moving.
"John what does it matter? You have a shirt on; our skin won't be touching, just come to bed John." Sherlock said and snuggled the pillow some more.
John sighed knowing he wouldn't win and turned off the light before crawling into bed on his normal side. He paused from pulling the sheet over himself.
"How did you know that I sleep on the right?" John asked.
"The mattress is more worn on that side," Sherlock said into the pillow.
"Ah." John said, covered himself and lay down to where he was comfortable.
"And I always sleep on the left." Sherlock said quietly in the dark.
"Right then, good night." John said and lay on his unwounded shoulder.
"Good night John," Sherlock said even quieter and after a silent moment John thought Sherlock had gone to sleep, "By the way I like your pajamas John." Sherlock breathed into John's ear.
John flipped over to punch Sherlock who easily caught the doctor's fist. For a long moment Sherlock and John laid there in the dark, John fuming and blushing and Sherlock cold but smirking on the inside.
"We really should go to sleep John." Sherlock said simply.
"Let go of my hand first."
Sherlock let go and John returned to his previous position with Sherlock chuckling in his wake. He chose to ignore Sherlock and tried to sleep. And for awhile he thought Sherlock talked in his sleep until everything went silent and he thought Sherlock had talked himself to sleep…
The next morning just as the warm orange of the sun filtered through the windows of London and the hustle and bustle started to awaken in the streets John opened his eyes to find himself looking at a bare chest.
He bit his lip to refrain from shouting and tried to push away only to find the arms of the consulting detective around him.
Wonderful. He hardly has any emotions but is a snuggler. Wait, oh god…
John had noticed that he did not feel pants on Sherlock but recalled him going to bed in a pair. To pray he was wrong he moved his foot to Sherlock's ankle only to find this true and that the other man in his bed was stark naked.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
John chanted in his head over and over and tried to remove himself from his own bed. No matter how he wiggled he could not escape and slipping under Sherlock's arms was not an option. To make matters worse when John pushed back Sherlock pulled closer. John felt bad about waking Sherlock so he tried not to wake him. His last plan was to push off in the small area between them that had gotten smaller and just put his hands on the bed and push back with all his might.
John took a deep breath, lined his hands up and pushed back. He pushed with all his might until his hands slipped and Sherlock pulled him flush against his chest.
John blinked, stunned his plan didn't work and that now his clothed body was held up and touching Sherlock's naked one.
John looked up and just saw him sleeping. It was nice to see Sherlock for once not destroying something or causing trouble. He had a peaceful look on his face even with all that curly, messy, bed head. John even chuckled when Sherlock squeezed him a little thinking it was a cute thing to do in one's sleep.
John was content, he could see nothing wrong with being a snuggle toy for Sherlock as he slept, who was it hurting? Not him, it's not as if Sherlock was crushing him. Not Sherlock, he was fast asleep. John closed his eyes, if he was trapped in Sherlock's arms to only be freed when Sherlock awoke then he could go back to sleep comfortable.
But, no sooner than John Watson had closed his eyes that Sherlock smirked, the ending of his game.
"Don't you have work today John? Do you really think you should go back to sleep?"
John's eyes snapped open and he looked up to find Sherlock looking down and smirking, "Good morning." Sherlock said.
John saw red, "You bastard!" he tried pushing away only to have Sherlock again, hold him close, "Just how bloody long have you been awake?"
"Oh a little while I was up about ten minutes before you, thinking." Sherlock shrugged but did not release his grip of the fuming army doctor.
"Why did you take your pants off?" John said still struggling to free himself from the bonds of the other man's bonds which was hard to do without the use of his hands that had slid under Sherlock.
"I can't sleep with them on; they are very uncomfortable to me." Sherlock shrugged and his grip loosened a little, "If I let you go you won't hit me will you?"
"No, I have to get to work and check on Carmella. Oh god!" John said and was released, "God, Carmella!" John dashed out and ran into Sherlock's room.
Carmella was very still on the bed, not moving. John walked over and did not see her chest rising or falling. His heart stopped and he put his index finger under her nose and felt no breath, still in panic he pressed against her wrist and felt a faint pulse.
Carmella let out a long exhale and laughed. John let go of her wrist and looked even madder at her than he had at Sherlock.
Carmella sat up, coughing, "Oh come now John that was all in good fun."
Sherlock came around in his pajama pants and leaned in the door way, "John isn't much for pranks first thing in the morning."
John turned and glared at Sherlock then at Carmella and at Sherlock again, "I can tell why you two are friends!" he shouted throwing his hands in the air and pushed past Sherlock to get dressed for the day.
When John came back from showering and dressing for the day Sherlock and Carmella had taken to the living room, two cups of tea were set out but only Carmella was drinking hers as Sherlock paced about talking about cases. Even if he was mad at the two for making him look like a fool he smiled, Sherlock would never admit to having another friend but John could see it.
Sherlock was happy to have someone else around.