Sherlock listened patiently as John told his story, not moving an inch. When the doctor had finished, both men remained in silence for a few moments.
'So he saved your life from an enraged ex-soldier and you decided to give him another go.' Sherlock stated and John suddenly realised how ludicrous it must sound to anyone other than him.
'Well, you know what I'm like with danger.' The soldier replied. The two men stared at each other, then they broke into grins which soon became laughter. Sherlock pulled in the shorter man for a crushing hug.
'I'm not sure if your insane or stupid.' He chuckled, ruffling the shorter males blond hair. John pushed away and tried to flatten his hair before giving up with a good natured harrumph.
'I invaded Afghanistan, got addicted to danger, came home and found you then started chasing criminals over rooftops, I shot someone practically the first day I met you and I've just shagged a guy who strapped me to a bomb not three weeks ago. I think it's fair to say I'm not a sane person.' The doctor stated, trying desperately to keep a straight face. 'Tea?' He hoped the normal question on the end of his little speech would add to it's comedy. It did and the detective laughed again, walking to his sofa and flopping down on it, still somehow managing to look graceful as he did it.
In the kitchen, John felt his phone buzz and he opened the message with a sigh, expecting it to be Sherlock.
Hey babe, I'm about to do something bad. I think you should come and stop me. M xxx
The doctor raised an eyebrow and was about to put his phone away when it got another text, this one with directions. The soldier poked his head round the door.
'Um. I need to go out. Now.' He said, completely forgetting about the tea. The detective smirked.
'Go to your criminal lover-boy. Lestrade wants me for a case. But be warned, I will tell him exactly where you are if he asks.' Sherlock replied innocently. John shook his head, in too much of a good mood to be annoyed with his flatmates antics. He shrugged into his coat then left the flat, keeping the door open for the consulting detective who followed him out.
Of course, Anderson asked where John was and, true to his word, Sherlock told him. Rather loudly, so that the entire Yard could here his answer. Most didn't actually believe that John had a 'Criminal mastermind boyfriend' until, that is, they asked the doctor himself. John blushed, coughed and cast a glare over his flatmate. The Yard never got a reply to that question. Not from Doctor Watson anyway. They did get an answer many months later in the form of a series of bombs, arsons and acts of petty vandalism which, when viewed from space, said the words 'John Watson, will you marry me?' Jim Moriarty moved into 221B Baker Street and quit his job as consulting criminal-
'John, what the hell are you talking about? You're not seriously going to put this drivel on your blog? That last sentence isn't even correct, for Christ's sake! As if I'd give up being a criminal, seriously. And, as for moving in, well…'
John watched his husband pace the room, growing increasingly annoyed. Sherlock entered with a case file, sniggered at the two men then proceeded to spread the paper all over the floor, muttering something about keeping lovers tiffs out of the flat. The doctor smiled and deleted the last sentence of his entry before posting it to his blog. Why make up a story when the truth is so much crazier?
END
AN- Happy Valentines ^.^
xxx