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Samilovep asked: HOW ABOUTTTTTT johnlock On a case Discover their love Buy a cat idk I've never done this just said the first thing that came to mind. Get to it:)
((not so much “discover their love for each other” but fluff, cuddles, Johnlock on a case, *hints of Reichenbach* and mentions of cats :D Hope you like it!!))
John was beyond exhausted. First, Sherlock decided he was going to be the stubborn prick that he was and play his violin at three in the morning and refuse to stop because,“I’m bored, John!” Second, the case they had gotten was all the way in Cardiff and they had to spend 3 hours in a cab. Although, it kept Sherlock from complaining that he had nothing to do. And thirdly, this case was rather tedious. The suspect was apparently an Olympic runner and the pair of consulting detectives had been chasing him throughout the city with little to no luck.
To say the least, John wasn't in his best mood.
Sherlock didn't feel like helping either. The taller man had stayed in the hotel room when they weren’t running around and stayed quiet while he went to his mind palace. During these times, John couldn’t help but wonder what his flatmate had inside that funny brain of his. Then again, he didn’t want to know. John didn’t need to know how Sherlock’s mind worked.
So that’s where the two are now. Still chasing down this maniac and not having a clue. John was sitting atop the soft bed with his laptop, taking notes on the case so far, and Sherlock was lying face-up on the futon in his hand in the usual “Sherlockian” position; clasped together and tucked under his chin in silent prayer. They had just gotten back from the Cardiff police station when John demanded they get a hotel room. Sherlock finally gave in after John pointed out that it would give them time to think over the whole situation.
John rubbed his eyes. Why the fuck was he still up? He finally had time to sleep!
“We should get a cat.”
John looked at his friend and blinked,“What?”
“John you know I hate to repeat myself. I said we should get a cat,” Sherlock said.
“...Why?”
“Science.”
“Having a cat would be like having two of you around. I don’t think so.”
“But, Joooooohn.”
“No, Sherlock.”
Sherlock groaned and turned his back to the doctor.
“Jesus, Sherlock, are you really sulking?” His flatmate didn’t respond. John sighed. Time for bed. He turned off his laptop and the light and went under his duvet. The army doctor closed his exhausted his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
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Sherlock kept his mouth shut as John turned off the lights. He heard the rustle of the duvet as John got comfortable in bed. The detective had let him have it due to the fact that Sherlock didn’t sleep much. John was considerably more tired than normal anyways.
Sherlock turned to face his flatmate. He watched as his friend’s breathing evened out until John officially fell asleep. He let out a silent sigh and let himself wander his mind palace. Sherlock rarely wandered so aimlessly, especially on a case. His mind seemed more active than normal, though. Sherlock couldn’t rest, he groaned quietly as to not wake John up.
‘John,’ he thought. Well, there’s one place he could go.
Contrary to popular belief, Sherlock did have a heart. It was rather small, with only room for a few special people, but it was indeed there. The poor thing was hardly used, and oh-so empty. That was until he met some pretty amazing people. After all, those were the people he jumped for, weren’t they?
Mrs. Hudson, their landlady, with her bad hip and grandmotherly sweetness had been the first. Lestrade (“Why not call him Greg? That is his name.” “Because, John.”), the detective inspector, was the closest thing he had to a friend before John. Hell, he put up with him more than the other members of Scotland Yard.
And then… There was John.
After Reichenbach, there was no doubt to how Sherlock felt about the army doctor.
There was, after all, a special room dedicated to him in Sherlock’s mind palace.
As he entered, Sherlock felt all the memories of him wash in. John’s voice came in like a soothing lullaby, and his face was full of glee. In all honesty, Sherlock could stay in there all night. To let the blissful memories of John come over him wave after wave. That’s what Sherlock did when he was apart from the doctor during his three years of “death”. It was truly maddening to hear silence after being accustomed to his flatmate’s voice, or simply the sounds of hustle n’ bustle while John moved around the flat.
His conscience finally calmed and Sherlock began to grow tired. Not only had the chase worn him out, but he had gone no longer than a week without sleep. Sherlock decided that rest was the best thing he could do. The couch he settled on was worn and lumpy, though, and it proved to be inadequate for slumber. He looked over to the bed where his sleeping friend lies.
Without any thought, Sherlock got up and slowly walked over to one side of the bed. John was lying stockstill on the right side, leaving the left cold, barren, and still slightly made.
‘This’ll do.’ he thought.
Sherlock lifted the duvet and climbed in. It was actually warmer than he originally thought. He saw John stir by his side.
“Wha-?” he murmured sleepily.
“Go back to sleep, John.” Sherlock replied.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I got tired. And the couch was inadequate.”
“Sherlock-.”
“Just go back to sleep. I won’t disturb you.”
John looked like he was about to argue, but stopped himself halfway and sighed. There was no use starting a fight in the middle of the night. John settled back on the bed and tired to sleep again.
Sherlock smirked. Sometimes he knew John too well. Time for experimenting. Sherlock scooted closer to his friend and wrapped his lanky arms around John’s smaller frame, spooning him from behind.
“Sherlock.” John sighed
“Hush.”
“Sherlock. What.Are.You.Doing.”
“Experiment.”
“...That’s all?” John sounded a bit disappointed.
Sherlock stayed silent.
“Right. Well, um…”
Sherlock’s grip got a bit tighter and he buried his face into John’s shoulder. “It’s also cold… and it feels better when I’m next to you.” Sherlock frowned when he heard John chuckle.
“Alright then…” John said as he relaxed in Sherlock’s hold.
There was a blissful silence as the two began to fall asleep.
“I’ll think about the cat.”
It was Sherlock’s turn to chuckle.
((Finished! ^_^ i had fun with this one. You guys should send me more prompts :P))