I can only apologise about how short this one is. I had intended for it to be a lot longer but the idea seemed to work better concise and I felt that drawing it out would only serve to lose the effect.
I apologise for any mistakes.
3. Sherlock is overly tired and his emotions get the best of him.
"Sherlock," Doctor John Watson rose from his half-lying position in his chair as he caught a glimpse of his flat, unconsciously, rubbing at his red, sore eyes again, he'd been doing so repetitively for around 20 minutes and the doctor had tried his hardest to ignore the action, "I think that you should take yourself to bed." The suggestion was made in a gentle voice, but not a patronising one; John waited patiently to see what his friend's response would be. When he didn't receive one he tried again. "Its been, what? Almost four days since you last slept and clearly its taking its toll on you."
John tried not to allow his gaze to follow the tear that danced down Sherlock's cheek, his left hand raising up to swat at it, a result of his friend's lack of sleep. John was fully aware of what was happening, he'd seen it a lot in the surgery (and hospital) with sleep deprived patients. They became so tired that they found it almost impossible to control their emotions. John, thanks to experience, knew how to deal with the situation without further upsetting his friend.
"How," John casually stood from his seat, arching backwards to try and stretch out the tension that had gathered at the base of it, "about I make a quick cuppa and then you go to bed? Yea?" To his surprise his flatmate nodded at him, accepting the offer and wiping at his eyes again as more tears rolls down his cheeks.
John was perfectly aware of what to, and what not to, do and knew not to pacify him; that the action would only serve to make him worse and, knowing Sherlock, angry. He entered the front room, handing over the freshly brewed cup of steaming tea to his friend and returned to his chair as though nothing was amiss. And, true to his word, the detective finished the beverage, rubbed away some more tears and took himself to bed. John didn't see, or hear, him for the rest of the night.
I've been reading a number of 'Little Sherlock' and 'Daddy John' stories recently and was intending to write a one shot myself. Before I do, I'd like to know, would anyone read it? I really like the idea of non-sexual age-play.
Please, let me know what you think. I only have one more story for this after this one.