Magic One Shots (Sherlock BBC Fic)
AN – this is basically a dumping point for all the one shot cracktastic stuff that the magic verse threw up but didn't fit into the two fics. Also, it's an excuse to torture Mycroft.
Warning – slash, established relationship. This holds for all the chapters.
Disclaimer – characters and settings as depicted in BBC series (or any other established setting) are not mine. No money being made. Plot is mine.
Magical Maladies
Sherlock had never really paid much attention to the health of the people around him unless they were somehow connected to his work. If they weren't data relevant to a case, he didn't want to know if they were tired or hungry nor had a cold. He didn't care about bumped heads, bashed kneecaps or slammed fingers as applied to other people – the daily humdrum of their existence had nothing to do with him.
Then he met John. The first thing he noticed was that his potential flatmate had a psychosomatic limp. He was never entirely sure what moved him to cure that limp – John Watson was a boring, everyday stranger who could help to pay the rent and would appease Mrs Hudson's concerns that her lodger was all alone – but they had barely known each other for a day and there he was, proving to John Watson that his psychologist was right: the limp was psychosomatic and the cane totally unnecessary.
It didn't take a terribly long time before he was noticing things like 'John is tired' and 'John is hungry' and 'John is cold' – all distractions from the work, but somehow important to him. He learned how to alleviate those conditions without offending John's sense of independence, mainly by using the argument 'if you're too (insert condition here) you'll be no good to the work'. John came to accept those statements with time.
It wasn't until they became lovers that Sherlock learned that keeping John healthy made Sherlock happy. He inexplicably enjoyed taking care of his partner; something about it filled a need that Sherlock had never even known he'd had. The fact that John allowed him to do so only made the experience more precious – in fact it was practically girly the way it made Sherlock feel.
Once he learned that John was a Mage, keeping his partner healthy became even more important. As a Mage, John had access to a certain amount of power – he was connected to the world in ways that sometimes expressed themselves in a disturbing manner: especially if John was sick. How his partner had managed to disguise the effects his ill health had on his surroundings before they became lovers was something of a mystery to Sherlock – John certainly wasn't telling – although to be fair, John was very rarely ill.
A bad cold had led to a very high fever, which had led to it snowing over John's bed while he tossed and turned beneath the covers. Sherlock had stood and watched the phenomenon for a whole twenty eight seconds before realising that John needed his temperature lowered quickly if they were to avoid febrile convulsions and a quick trip to the hospital. Fortunately the snow had followed them to the bath; where cool water had eased the problem and it was much easier to mop the residue melt water up. Mrs Hudson had scolded Sherlock for drenching their bed, but he'd claimed he'd tripped with a bowl of water in his hands and she'd accepted that lie.
On another occasion, John had been exposed to a hallucinogenic substance (which had surprisingly not been Sherlock's fault) and in his delirium he'd taken to levitating various objects in the flat. The cooker in particular had never been quite the same again and the microwave had needed replacing outright. Sherlock had been less than pleased when the skull had levitated its way out of the rear window, later to be retrieved from next doors gutters and watching the furniture bobble around the ceiling had been interesting but worrying.
However, it was the hiccups that caused the most destruction in the flat. Each paroxysm of the diaphragm was accompanied by a small, localised explosion. The first time John had the hiccups he'd been in the kitchen. They'd lost every jar in the cupboards, one at a time, all the eggs in the carton, the milk and several items of Sherlock's chemistry set, which had thankfully been empty of caustic ingredients at the time.
The damage could possibly have been less, but Sherlock had only ever heard of giving the sufferer of the hiccups a sudden fright to cure them – and with John's magic already out of control Sherlock became responsible for nearly half of the breakage before John could get across the message that he needed to be distracted, not frightened.
Fortunately, snogging was a very acceptable distraction, as Sherlock was able to keep a single kiss going for quite some time, especially if he added a scalp massage with one hand into the mix (the other hand being involved in holding John as close as possible). Once he was certain that the hiccups had been cured Sherlock broke the kiss and told John to clean up his mess. After all, it was his magic that did the damage – for once Sherlock was an innocent bystander.
He did very generously promise to administer the cure in the future whenever it was needed, provided John was willing to practice it with him on a regular basis. After all, they didn't want to have a repeat performance.
End (for now…)
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