John was epically embarrassed, he's face was flushed and his entire being felt uncomfortable, and why the hell were all the eyes within the room aimed at him! He was already mortified no need for the added pressure!
Really, it was that tall guys fault, Spock. Who did he think he was putting John into a situation where it filled him with regret for the feelings he harboured for 'The Great Sherlock Holmes'. And seriously, couldn't he have just caused a time paradox for even mentioning anything from the future! Was the World, or even the whole frickin' Universe in danger of imploding?
John shifted in his seat and turned his face towards Sherlock meeting his eyes. Sherlock was trying to deduce him, trying to understand what Spock meant and John let him, he wanted to see if Sherlock could come up with the right conclusion.
John liked to think he knew Sherlock better than anyone, (Except maybe Mycroft). He knew little things about Sherlock that people didn't really pay attention to like his favourite brand of tea, what he liked best to eat when he did eat, the shampoo he preferred to used and how it made his hair feel afterwards, the way his eyes lit up whenever something of interest presented itself to him, he could listen to Sherlock and know what he truly felt through the high pitched melody of the violin, sometimes he is even able to catch the hidden emotion that on occasion crosses the normally stoic face when he thinks no one is looking.
And most of all John knew that Sherlock was 'married' to his work. He's one regret being that he fell in love with a man that could never possibly return such an emotion.
John felt his heart clench painfully and his insides turn cold, he very suddenly wanted solitude. Standing up he stretched feigning tiredness.
"Well, it was nice meeting you and I hope this all gets sorted out but I've had a long day and I have to get up for work early tomorrow so goodnight everyone." He waved, walking forward but stumbling slightly as his leg gave way beneath him.
Once he regained his footing he looked up to notice that Jim and McCoy were by his side.
"Are you ok?" Jim asked concern evident in his voice while McCoy held out a small cylinder tube towards his body which made funny whirling sounds.
"Yes. Just peachy." John muttered in response. "Goodnight." He grunted limping from the room.
-xox-
"Hmm? Strange the Medical Tricorder couldn't pick up anything physically wrong with him." McCoy frowned.
"Maybe he's been sitting for too long." Jim shrugged looking at the clock. "I mean look at the time, we should beam back to the ship and get some rest."
"Why don't you stay?" Sherlock voiced, shocking everyone in the room, except maybe for Spock who still looked as passive as ever. When did he start being pleasant? All he done was glare at them most of the night. "That way we can continue this discussion in the morning."
Jim crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in amusement. It was very clear that Sherlock thought that they would beam up and away, never to return and being the diplomat that he was Jim decided to entertain his host.
"We will take you up on your offer of hospitality." He smiled.
Jim watched as Sherlock nodded his head, bid goodnight to Mrs Hudson and gestured for them to follow.
"Night boys." Mrs Hudson called as they left closing the door behind them.
They trailed in a single file up the creaky stairs and in to a warm and very lived in Sitting room. Tables and chairs were filled with books, files and empty tea cups. A chemistry set lay on what must have been a dining table and upon the mantelpiece above a blazing fireplace sat a skull that, even though blind, seemed to watch as they entered.
"Where are we to sleep?" Asked Jim looking round and realising just how small the place was.
"Where ever you deem comfortable." Sherlock answered waving his arm around the room, pointing out covers and cushions they could use for makeshift beds. "Goodnight Gentlemen." He said striding across the room and disappearing through a door that must have lead to his bedroom.
"Well...Dibs on the couch!" Jim claimed running towards it and lying down with a huge grin on his face.
He watched as Bones sat in an armchair closest to the fire and wrapped a blanket he found around himself. Spock had decided to gather as many cushions as he could and lay them out on the floor next to Jim as his bed. After he had finished he laid down and placed a cover with the union jack over himself.
When Jim was sure that his friends were comfortable he turned on his side and finally let himself relax, closing his eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.
-xox-
Spock listened as his captains breathing evened out, once he was sure Jim was fully asleep he turned to look at him. Jim, in the glow of the dying fireplace was beautiful and serene; his face was totally relaxed making him look far younger than his twenty six years.
Spock watched as Jim moved in his sleep, one of his arms dangling down over the couch, fingertips barely brushing the floor. Tanned fingers twitched and a whimper escaped through parted lips, it sounded lonely and fearful, the beginning signs of a nightmare. Another whimper and Spock reacted on instinct; he carefully extended two of his fingers and gently caressed the palm and fingers of Jim's hand.
"Hush, Jim." Spock whispered. "You are not alone."
Jim's body went still and then visibly relaxed, sleeping peacefully once more. Spock watched for a moment longer before turning on his back preparing for sleep himself, just as he was drifting off he heard McCoy chuckling.
"Should of woken him with a kiss." He laughed.
And Spock didn't have to be a genius to know that McCoy had probably witnessed the whole thing.
-xox-
Early the next morning John came down in his dressing gown to find three guests sleeping peacefully in the sitting room. He carefully and quietly manoeuvred himself into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and toast, movement behind him made him jump and he spun round and came face to face with none other then Sherlock Holmes. Still feeling slightly pissed off and embarrassed from last night he turned back to the counter waiting for the kettle to boil.
"Do you want some tea?" He asked out of courtesy.
"John."
"I'll take that as a yes." John said preparing two cups.
"John!"
"What Sherlock? What?" John hissed, spinning round and glaring at Sherlock. He was in no mood for Sherlock's shenanigans.
"I'm Sorry." Sherlock sighed. "For what ever made you so uncomfortable last night, I'm sorry."
John didn't know whether to be shocked at Sherlock for actually getting an apology out of him or properly pissed that he didn't understand what he was apologising for.
"It's ok." John muttered turning back when he heard the click of the kettle.
He heard rustling then felt a pressure on his shoulder, looking he saw a long elegant hand placed there. The hand gave a slight squeeze and then it was gone. John turned his head to see Sherlock making his way out of the kitchen and sit himself in a chair across from McCoy, he watched as Sherlock lifted his leg and gently tapped McCoy awake with his foot.
A small smile graced his lips as he finished the tea.
-xox-
Sherlock had been up most of the night and he finally came up with a plausible conclusion that his guests from the future benefit with.
Sitting across from the Space Doctor, Sherlock tapped him awake with his foot. The space Doctor grunted awake and looked fiercely at him.
"I think I have an answer to your problem." Sherlock grinned. "You wish to go back to the future, but you haven't come up with the formula for time travel yet. You came upon our time through an anomaly in your space time which represented itself as a mirror, said mirror shatters once you had pass through it. Conclusion! To get back to your time you must collect the mirror shards and piece them together to create a portal for you to go through."
"I had come up with the same hypothesis." A monotonous voice piped up.
Sherlock turned to see... Spork? and James sitting up.
"How the hell are we going to find all the god damn pieces?" Space Doctor asked disgruntled.
"I have the streets of London and the surrounding areas mapped out in my mind." Sherlock answered casually.
"And I can calculate the distance the pieces of glass may have fallen." The elf added.
"Brilliant." John said as he walked in, giving James a smile. "Adventure time."
"Awesome!" James smiled back. "I love adventures."
I am so sorry for the delay; I made an extra long chapter as comeuppance. Enjoy! :)
Also do you, as the readers, understand the point of views I used or is it hard to follow, if so just say and I will try my best to make it easier for you.
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