Job
At the door to 221B Baker Street John made the error of inquiring after his newfound roommate's job.
"I'm the world's first divorce counselor." He answered with pride while the door opened to reveal an older woman in a purple dress.
"He's really quite good, took right care of my husband."
"Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock beamed, hugging her.
"Should I be worried?" John muttered.
"No no I couldn't stand him." She explained stepping out of Sherlock's arms and ushering them inside. When Sherlock showed up at his first date with Sarah, he knew he should have reconsidered living with him.
Voice of an Angel
"Please return to your spot." The boy stood firmly where he stood. "I'm not going to ask again." The woman scolded in a commanding tone. Silently the boy moved back to his designated group, and he did not open his mouth, not even when everyone began singing once more. Jim Moriarty was a soprano, he could hit any note, and that really annoyed Sherlock. He crossed his arms and glared sullenly at the bass members beside him.
Our Minds
"Sherlock!"
"Ah John, you've just proven my point." Sherlock stated in a mater of fact voice while currently lying tied up on the railway tracks.
"I've found you on top of a building ledge, at the bottom of a swimming pool, locked in a warehouse, and now this!"
"I know." Sherlock laughed.
"I can't keep up with you." John untied him and sat down.
"You can and you will," Sherlock hummed. "You see John, I have discovered that our minds are linked, you always know when I am in trouble."
"Sherlock, it's because I worry about you- constantly."
Look at the Ring
John could pass as a short human; no one ever noticed his ears, which had a bit of a point at the ends, except Sherlock, who noticed everything. He also knew that beneath his shoes and socks that he had hairy feet- a trait all hobbits shared. So how did a peace loving and friendly hobbit wind up living with a not so ordinary man called Sherlock Holmes? It all started with a woman in pink and the ring of power she possessed.
Cute
"What is that?" Sherlock demanded as soon as he set foot in the flat.
"What?" John asked jumping to his feet from his chair.
"That." Sherlock pointed. John chuckled merrily,
"It's a cat . . . what did you think it was?"
"An experiment gone astronomically wrong." Sherlock said, eyeing the hairless cat. "It belongs to you?" he queried with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Fine." He turned away from the bizarre creature; honestly John had no taste in anything.
A Change
"Don't laugh, don't stare, don't even breathe." John gaped dumbly, barely hearing what was being said.
"You're beautiful." John sighed. That was the last thing Sherlock wanted to hear at the moment.
"Get out!" He shrieked in a high-pitched voice.
"I didn't mean-"
"Just because I am now a woman does not mean that it should affect our relationship in any way."
"Whether you are a man or woman, it's okay, really, I just wanted to make sure you know that." Sherlock nodded once.
"No girl names." He sniffed, gliding up the staircase like a princess.
"Of course."
AN: Thanks for reading! The only allusion here was for Lord of the Rings. Has anyone seen the amount of femJohn fics? It's absurd, that's why I had to throw the last story in, though honestly I don't much care for gender switching stories.
Also if the lines don't appear, I am so sorry, I got into a row with them.