A/N: This is short, but on the bright side Mycroft can fit into his skinny jeans again. I'll submit something wise and insightful eventually...
Word Count: 420+
Pairing(s): Sherlock/John, past John/Sarah
Warning(s): mentions of sex with ladies, fluff, drabble rambles and I guess vague violence if there are people out there that only like reading about kittens or something.
The Job
John is at work.
He likes his work most of the time; the mundane normality it brings to his dangerous life is a welcome one. He likes his co-workers, even though they get irritated whenever he jabbers on about Sherlock and are often miffed that, despite his sporadic hours and falling asleep and leaving early because Sherlock is in some sort of trouble almost every week, he's still a better doctor than any of them. He likes Sarah and her calm understanding even through the Black Lotus incident and their odd half-breakup and John's tendency to fall asleep on her couch after having a "domestic" with Sherlock and that one time John moaned Sherlock's name while she was going down on him. They were sort of friends. And John likes helping people, even if it's just mundane things like checking for strep throat or casting-and-recasting a limb. John doesn't say it, but he lives for the days that some bloke crashes his car or gets stabbed in an alley and he has to play calm-collected-Army-Doctor again. Yes. Overall, John likes his job.
Sherlock does not like John's work. He doesn't like being alone in the flat without John and he doesn't like that he doesn't like being alone without John because damn if Sherlock didn't use to like solitude. Sherlock doesn't like how long it takes John to respond to his texts while he's there, even though he always does. He doesn't like John's co-workers because he was invited to one and exactly one "office party" and almost all of them were the professional kind of friendly – the forced, fake kind of friendly – that makes Sherlock's stomach curdle. Sherlock doesn't like Sarah, even though she proved to be brave during the Black Lotus incident and she had an unusual amount of common sense and she was actually quite nice to him and understood the situations he put John in better than most, because Sarah still sort of loves John. And Sherlock hates feeling jealous, especially when he knows the sentiment is unfounded.
But still, John helps people and when he does he comes home looking especially proud of himself. Sherlock hates the job a little less then, because it makes John happy sometimes and when he's especially happy he'll throw his arms around Sherlock's shoulders and stand on his toes to kiss him hello and sometimes laugh against Sherlock's lips and tell him how many lives he saved today. Not even Sherlock can resent that for long.
Sherlock is pouting about it, though. He always does.
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