Chapter Five- New Case
John Watson woke up and stretched. He'd had an amazing dream that he and Sherlock had gotten a case and they had solved it and he had tackled the murderer. For a moment he was shocked that he considered that an excellent dream. Sherlock was really rubbing off on him it would seem. He opened his eyes and he was surprised to see the face of Sherlock looming above him.
"Morning John," Sherlock said as he turned the page of the book, a medical journal stolen from John's room, that he was reading.
"Have we been on the couch…?"
"All night yes."
"Why am I…?"
"Sleeping here with your head in my lap?"
John nodded.
"Your canine instincts were triggered in the night and you found me on the couch and proceeded to use me as a pillow."
John looked at his face. To his relief he found that his friend didn't seem upset.
"You talk in your sleep."
"Really?" John said pulling himself into a sitting position and stretching again.
"You said you loved me," Sherlock said looking at him with that piercing stare of his.
"I do love and you could have just asked if you really wanted to know because I know that I don't talk in my sleep." John said getting up to make tea.
"But you're so fond of pointing out the fact that…"
"I'm not gay. Gay implies that I like guys I only like one guy so I'm bi but if you want to be technical I'm straight with an exception."
"Why haven't you said anything before now?" Sherlock asked.
"You're married to your work and I didn't want to risk our friendship by saying it." John said. "Also I would have figured that you could deduce it and since you never brought it up neither did I." He finished as he opened the fridge and reached beyond the severed arm to get the milk at least it was it was an arm this time and not another penis John had to draw the line somewhere after all.
"You're oddly calm about this," Sherlock said after John brought out the tea.
"I feel calm probably from all the excitement yesterday and it's not like I could hide anything from you anyway so I stopped trying to do so a long time ago."
"Hey do you want to make you brother squeamish?" John said about ten minutes later.
Sherlock perked up at that messing with Mycroft was his favorite form of recreation.
John walked to the couch where Sherlock was still seated and whispered into his ear "Sexual innuendos."
With a smile he started. "Sherlock you're amazing how can I be your first?"
Sherlock caught on quickly as he heard the shoes on stairs that could only be Mycroft. "John I may not be experienced but I know how things work."
"Really?" John taunted with a smile.
The door was beginning to open. Mycroft was probably coming in to protect his virtue or something. 'Kiss me' Sherlock mouthed to John. Sherlock figured he could accomplish to things at once scaring Mycroft for life and getting John to kiss him.
John didn't hesitate and to damage Mycroft more he quickly tugged off his night shirt and unbuttoned Sherlock's. Then he climbed on top of Sherlock locking the taller man's legs in between his own. Sherlock put his hands in John's short hair and brushed along his ears causing him to let out a gasp of pleasure and moved even closer as though if there was no room between them they could become one being. That was the pose that Mycroft walked in on.
John scrambled to put on his shirt to hide the smile on his face and Sherlock leveled a glare at Mycroft.
"Why must you ruin everything for me Mycroft?" Sherlock said with a frustration that wasn't only pretend.
For a moment Mycroft had no idea what to say. Briefly he considered reprimanding the doctor for almost deflowering his baby brother, on a couch no less, how unromantic, but he knew that would make his brother mad and a mad Sherlock was an uncooperative Sherlock so he dismissed the notion. His second thought was to leave but he had come here with purpose and he absolutely abhorred wasting time. His third thought was to ignore it and go about the business that had brought him to Baker Street in the first place and he went with that option.
Mycroft moved to sit in the armchair that belonged to Sherlock as he said "Dear brother you wound me and here I thought that you would like this case."
"Mycroft I-," Sherlock started to say. But it was too late if the growling that he was hearing was any indication. Since John's canine instincts had arisen he had become quite territorial about his seat and Sherlock's. The couch was fair play (which is why the guests were always seated there now) but he was enraged if anyone ever sat in either of the armchairs. Of course he didn't mind if Sherlock sat in his chair and he didn't mind sitting in Sherlock's. To John it seemed their two scents could mingle successfully.
"John," Sherlock said locking eyes with the man and nonverbally telling him to calm himself. "He has permission. As much as I hate to say it Mycroft is a necessary person and I do occasionally, rare though the moments are, hold the slightest bit of affection for him."
For a moment it seemed as though John was going to argue with him but he settled down. Then he took a step toward Mycroft indulging his canine side. He felt no need to hide in front of Mycroft seeing as the nosy one man government already knew all his secrets anyway.
Once in front of Mycroft he inhaled his scent filing it away in his mind so that he wouldn't go wild if he smelled the scent on their chairs. Mycroft smelled okay but he liked Sherlock's scent better. Sherlock smelled like light, mystery, adventure, strength, and adrenaline. Mycroft smelled like sneakiness, annoyance, power with a dash of sugar that made John a bit more amiable to the scent.
After that John flopped in his chair feeling a bit upset at knowing that the pure Sherlock scent would be gone from the chair for a while. He was sorely tempted to go back to his all human state but it was inconvenient and it hurt to make that kind of a change. Anyway he was more help to Sherlock like this and he could deny the man nothing.
"So dear brother," Mycroft started with his usual segue that basically meant 'you owe me a favor I'm calling it in and you are going to do it.'
"What's gone wrong in the States, Mycroft?"
Mycroft rolled his eyes at his brother's impatience and handed over a file. Had this been a movie or a show on the telly John was sure that 'TOP SECRET' would have been stamped across the front in all capital bold red lettering.
John could control the giggle that emerged when he considered the thought as well as the fact that Mycroft was in a suit that most likely cost more than what he had made in his lifetime. On the cop shows the FBI always wore suits.
Sherlock looked over at him and he instantly knew what thoughts had crossed his mind and his lips quirked involuntarily. There seemed to be a lot of involuntary done things where John was concerned and to his utmost surprise he found that he didn't mind.
After scanning the file it was easy to see that he was actually going to have to go to the States for this one. "Pack up John seems we're going on a trip."
Okay I didn't intended to make them leave London it just kind of happened. Beware now that I made this happen I am going to have fun with American slang. Also the slash will be very tame and kind of spread out so if it's not your thing it will be fairly easy to ignore. The scene in this chap was kinda racy only because I wanted to mess with Mycroft.
Oh yeah Moriarty will appear eventually but I don't know if I be doing the fall because just thinking about it makes me sad.
Oh and if anyone would like me to insert something in seeing as the boys will be in America (don't know what state yet (plus not many fics send them to America in the first place)) let me know.
Also I might tweak this chapter later on cause I like it but it could be better but i want to get on with the story.
As always R and R.