Sherlock paced furiously about the room, for a moment John imagined that the restless detective might leave deep trenches in the ground where he had walked over and over again.
"It's been weeks and still he has nothing for me, I solve countless cases for him and he can't turn up a dead body or two?" Sherlock huffed, obviously referring to Greg Lestrade who had, earlier that morning, informed Sherlock that nothing had happened since he last asked five minutes ago.
"Calm down, I'm sure you'll have something eventually." John sighed, he was currently engaged in fending off rather explicit comments on his blog, all of them from the many employees at Scotland Yard that Sherlock had pissed off that morning.
"Eventually? Do you hear yourself, John? I cannot wait until eventually!" Sherlock hissed, increasing his pacing speed and throwing a kick at a nearby chair for good measure.
John sighed again, shutting his laptop and gesturing towards Sherlock.
"Alright. Here. Now."
Sherlock shot John a questioning glance, tilting his head to the side like a cat studying a laser pointer. John gestured again, inviting Sherlock to sit down. The detective followed orders with little more than an eye roll in protestation.
When Sherlock sat down John pulled the man in closer and took his hand in his, rubbing small circles across the back of Sherlock's hand with his thumb.
"You need to calm down." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the man's hand.
"That is quite impossible right now." Sherlock huffed, leaning back against John's side and angling his head to the ceiling.
John gently pulled the man down out of his sitting position so that he was laying with his head on John's lap. Then he began stroking Sherlock's forehead, pushing back his wild curls.
"Joh-"
"Shh." John silenced. They sat there for awhile, John playing with Sherlock's hair and running his hands over the detective's forehead, until John noticed that Sherlock had closed his eyes and was leaning into the doctor's hands. John smiled, reaching his hands around so that his thumbs could rub small circles into Sherlock's shoulders. The muscles there were tense of course. As he worked against the stiffness Sherlock sighed and wrapped an arm around John's hip.
"So, think you can wait a bit on the case?" John ventured to ask, hoping that mentioning the lack of a case didn't remind him of how bored he was.
"Hmm." Sherlock replied simply, turning on his side with his eyes still shut.
John took this resignation as an invitation to return to what he had been doing, so he opened his laptop and attempted to type as the computer sat next to him on the couch seeing as his lap was occupied by Sherlock. A few blog paragraphs later John looked down to check on the detective and was surprised to see him sleeping.
Sherlock Holmes? Sleeping while waiting on a case? His mouth jerked up into a smile, perhaps miracles were possible.
Originally I intended to write this as Sherlock being rude out in public and John getting him to calm down but it sort of ended up as this. If anyone's interested in the original story though I can probably whip it up!