"John. Watson."
"What?" the smaller man emitted with a chuckle. The inspector detective's reaction to his behavior was clearly amusing to him.
As the door shut close, the two were left in the office, watching the Admiral and his crew leaving the floor through glass windows.
"What made you mention Sherlock's name?"
"What made you not?"
Lestrade paced the room, rubbing his face with one hand in a motion of exhaustion.
"I don't understand, isn't Sherlock a perfect candidate for this? The Admiral would've been at awe if you mentioned Sherlock instead of me. Why, I conclude that he's already a superhuman himself!" John huffed.
"But that's my problem isn't it? A superhuman getting an advanced upgrade? Oh god knows what we'll have to deal with after that."
The poor detective inspector sat back down on his chair in a dramatic slump, while John couldn't help but letting out another chuckle of amusement. Lestrade clearly hasn't experienced living life as Sherlock's flatmate.
Although John would agree that the thought of a super-super Sherlock frightened him a bit, curiosity tugged a bit harder as he pondered on the idea of an advanced Sherlock mind. How would that even worked?
Of course, the detective's improvement wasn't the only thing on his mind, no of course not. The army doctor, who thought of himself as now an aging man, was thrilled to think of the possibilities of gaining back his youthful strength and more.
He nodded his head silently to himself, smiling as he did so.
By noon, the two went out to grab some coffee after Greg saw John poking in and out of his sleep state and learned all about the unsupervised crime chase he and the detective had been up to all night. But after a few moments had passed, during the middle of their friendly chatter, John's phone once again buzzed in his pocket.
Numerously.
He didn't even have to take out the loud thing to know who was contacting him and for whatever reason.
Lestrade sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "Go on ahead." he waved. "Your job to tell him though."
With a nod and a smile, John Watson hurried home to his bumbling idiot.
"No? What do you mean no?"
The shorter flatmate stood planted in front of their doorway, a growing lukewarm cup of coffee in his hands which was then snatched away by quick fingers, and brought up to angled lips in a stolen sip.
Sherlock Holmes gulped the caffeine down tastelessly and continued on around the flat, full head of curly hair stuck up in an odd fashion and his robe fluttering behind him in a lazy manner.
John stared at the tall stick of laziness wondering about, expecting an answer.
"Sherlock!"
"Yes?"
"An answer?"
"I already did, I said no."
"Well- an answer to that answer!" Watson gruffed and retreated to his armchair.
"Why don't you want to participate? I thought you would be all into this Starfleet, science discoveries type stuff."
"What a sloppy deduction that was John, I thought I taught you better."
Sherlock bounded his way to the kitchen, checking up on his precious experiments when John turned to look over to where he was behind his chair.
"You like experiments don't you? I thought the Eugenics Project would be quite fascinating to your intellect, and they certainly need your exceptional mind."
The genius sat down in front of his microscope. "You're correct on my likings of experiments, points to you John," he commented facetiously. "but that does not mean I would like to be one. And yes the topics of Eugenics do interests me, but I wouldn't want to be poked and prodded with it."
John rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to retort but was cut off by the continuation of another comment.
"And you said Lestrade's whole division will be participating, correct?"
"Yes,"
"Then, nope."
"Problem?"
"Anderson." Sherlock spat, already feeling the annoyance of the dimwit's presence.
"Oh for god's sake Sherlock, stop the sophomoric squabble. I've already showed my bravado to the Admiral Professor just to get your name in, don't waste this opportunity."
Sherlock simply ignored his flatmate's plea and continued twiddling with his microscope. But as he played his silent treatment, his eyes flickered to John on the armchair, mentally going through the real reason he refuse to be a part of the experiment and silently directing it to John, hoping that he would understand.
But John, however, never got the telepathic message, but knew not to argue with the stubborn man.
A few moments of quietness passed and the two occupants sat still the whole time, wandering in their own thoughts.
Lifting himself up, John trod towards the kitchen behind Holmes and started making himself a cup of tea to relieve himself of an eventful day.
"Alright," he sighed as he searched for a mug. "fine, I won't force you. I just don't understand why you would ignore such a happening."
Sherlock hummed a deep response, indicating the break of silence.
"Just...I hope you'll be alright once I'm away, or well-once everyone's actually."
"What?"
"God knows what'll happen to you when you'll be craving more cases." John continued to mumble as he set his tea.
"John!"
"What?"
The doctor spun around to meet the eyes of the detective boring into his, utter confusion marked on his face.
"You're going?"
"Well, yes, they're conducting the experiment next month. Why are you-"
"No. you are not going." Sherlock's ever changing eyes were fixated on the airy blue-ish green of the doctor's. John shook his head in disbelief.
"I accepted your decision Sherlock, I didn't change mine."
Sherlock clicked his tongue. "No."
"Sherlock!"
"No."
'Wha-"
"It's a risk! I don't want you to get hurt!"
The words just slipped out of his mouth without passing his mind. The self proclaimed sociopath clasped his lips together in silence and John watched in bewilderment.
Sherlock never slipped. He hardly never let his affections spill out like that. A bit embarrassed and still a bit pissed, he coughed and turned his attention back to his work.
John Watson however, kind and understanding he is of the situation, made no attempt to ridicule the detective or point out the words that were sputtered without thought.
Not because he refused to believe Sherlock Holmes harbored any sort of care towards his well being, he simply knew that even through his emotionless and apathetic facade, this blunt and ignorant friend of his has a heart bigger than most people. He just chooses not to show it.
"Sherlock, you've experimented on me many times, you have no right to stop me." John said half-jokingly, but seeing as this did not amuse the solemn detective, he cleared his throat and tried again.
"I know you mean well, but I'm not passing this. I'd like to help Starfleet as much as I can. Besides, you reeled me in with a source of danger when we first met. I blame you."
John smirked, dipping his tea bag onto hot water and taking a long and flavorful sip as he ventured towards his laptop to begin a new blog entry.
His eyes drooped a bit as the glow of the screen flashed in his face. He was disappointed. Of course he was. He expected an acceptance yet he was turned down immediately.
You shouldn't be sulking, Watson, he thought to himself. You're a grown man.
The genius detective tapped his fingers relentlessly on the side of his equipment, unsure of what to do and what to respond. He thought about it, looking for another reason to pull John out of the predicament, but before his blogger could lay a finger on a key, Sherlock gave an exasperated sigh and turned to John.
"Fine I'll do it." he blunted.
A stillness dropped like fog. The blogger looked at him for a moment, letting the words sink in before he could respond.
Then, realizing what he had just heard and excited by the detective's quick change of thought smiled and leaned triumphantly back on his seat, the same way he noticed Lestrade had done when he accepted to join.
"Well it's settled then. Good to have you on the division Mr. Holmes." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips in a small smirk.
With a slight crinkle of his nose and a pout on his lips, Sherlock walked over to John and stole his cup of tea, sipping it in a tantrum-ish manner.
"Just don't blame me doctor," he spoke darkly, "if you find me choking Anderson to death whenever he decides to speak his idiotic mind."
A/N Yes, I love feely Sherlock, blame me for his slight OC but it's all with good reason!
And hint hint, the next chapter will be a lot clever.
Reviews are helpful and welcomed :3