Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

Migraines

"Hey, Sherlock, are you ok?" John gave his flatmate a concerned look and began sorting through different symptoms and ailments he could possibly be suffering from.

The detective groaned from his spot on the couch. He was curled up in the fetal position in his silk blue robe, his face even paler than normal and contorted in pain.

Realization dawned on John. "Are you having another migraine?" He asked in a soft voice as to not aggravate the headache more. Sherlock made a noise confirming his assumption as it hurt to move his curly head in a nod. The doctor gave his friend a sympathetic look, even though Sherlock couldn't see it with his eyes squeezed shut.

John set his book on the side table and rose from his chair. He went into the bathroom and retrieved a cold washcloth. On his way to Sherlock, he turned the lights off in the flat that was partially illuminated by the daylight. The blond knelt beside the couch and gently placed his hand on Sherlock's calf. The other man's eyes popped open at the touch, his icy blue eyes reflecting beautifully in the dim lighting.

"Sherlock, it will help if you don't tense your face that much," John said softly and brought a hand up to the detectives face to carefully massage his temples. At first Sherlock slightly recoiled from his hand, but quickly returned to his position when the sharp pain in his head increased.

"I know that it hurts, but I need you to lift your head up so I can put this cold washcloth on your neck. And if that doesn't work we can try it on your forehead. Ok?" Sherlock blinked in a way that seemed like a yes, so John slipped his hand to the back of Sherlock's neck to support him as he moved. Even in the pain, Sherlock was pleasantly surprised that his blogger was touching him in such an intimate way. Even if he was just a patient.

After a moment, Sherlock settled down on the sofa again with a pillow propping his now cold neck up.

"Does having the lights off help?"

"Y-yes," Sherlock finally spoke.

"Good, I was hoping it would. Does it feel any better?"

"A little. But it's still pretty bad," Sherlock admitted quietly.

John shifted, one of his feet beginning to grow numb from his position on the floor. "Do you want me to massage your head and neck? It might help you relax."

Sherlock's eyes widened and he licked his lips. On one hand it would be nice to have John's hands on him, but on the other hand it might make him even more tense. "Y-you don't have to, John. I'm sure I'll manage."

"No, it's fine," John assured before standing up. "I think I have some lavender oil in the medicine cabinet, I'll be back in a moment." Sherlock listened to the retreating steps and tried to reposition himself on the pillow. Instead of getting more comfortable he was given a flash of pain across his forehead. He groaned and went limp into the couch.

"Found it," John announced as he moved to sit by Sherlock's side. The doctor poured a small amount on his fingers and shuffled on his knees to get a good angle to reach Sherlock's neck. As soon as his tan, calloused hand touched Sherlock's skin, the detective flinched.

"Shh, it's alright," John soothed. Just John's soft but steady voice calmed the dark haired man, and he allowed himself to relax against John's hands. After a few minutes of John massaging Sherlock's temples and neck, the migraine started to dissipate and the detective started to doze.

John slowly pulled his hands away and without thinking pressed a single kiss onto Sherlock's mess of curls. Sherlock lightly smiled in his half awake state before submitting to sleep.

Seeing his best friend finally relax made John smile and ever so gently rub a knuckle along the man's sharp cheekbone. Sherlock sighed contentedly and John moved to wash the oil from his hands.

...

John was making tea when the soft padding of bare feet on hardwood called his attention to the doorway. "Feeling better?" He smiled.

Sherlock returned the look and nodded. "Thank you."

This took John by surprise, and he huffed a gentle laugh. "The great Sherlock Holmes just said 'thank you'. This is a day that will go down in history," He teased.

"Don't ruin it," Sherlock playfully rolled his eyes before his face turned serious again. "But really, thank you John for everything you do for me." The tall man took a cautious step forward and carefully took John in his arms.

John stood still for a moment in shock as Sherlock Holmes had just said thank you twice and was now hugging him. It really was a big day! The blond rested his head against the other man's chest and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's thin waist.

"I'll always take care of you," John whispered.

"I know."