Finally, some fluff! ^.^ And to make certain that this is clear, I will say it now: I do not write slash. Ever.
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"Well, everything went as planned, didn't it?"
"Mm-hmm," Watson replied sleepily.
He had cocooned himself in the rug upon entering the cab; now his breathing was becoming deeper. The gentle swaying of the cab seemed soothing to him and I was not surprised when he began yawning.
I was surprised, however, when after an especially impressive yawn his head came to rest upon my shoulder. "Watson?" I asked nervously, prodding him. He mumbled something incoherent and burrowed deeper into the shoulder of my coat, quite asleep and quite comfortable.
My first instinct was to shove him off me but I controlled it, reminding myself of how exhausted he was. Even a short nap would surely help his fatigue, and he couldn't rest when we returned to Baker Street—he had a patient at half-past twelve.
I felt him stir, and glanced down at his face. The deep blue circles under his eyes were enough to strengthen my shaky resolve.
I must not wake him.
To my relief, the constant pressure on my shoulder became less and less uncomfortable. The next time he nestled against me I smiled. A few streets more, and I inclined my head until it rested beside his.
Of course, this was only to steady Watson. It wouldn't do for him to be woken by a sudden bump.
A/N: *faints* I worked very hard on this one and am proud of it for sure.