Johnlock OneShots!

Make a Wish

HEY! Sorry I haven't been active for a while but I'm gonna pick up this book again and add more stuff!

"Look! A shooting star! Make a wish Sherly!" His mother said looking out the window.

Sherlock was sat by the windowsill. It was his tenth birthday and his mother had come upstairs to spend time with him.

"Mother, you know that wishing on a star won't accomplish anything right? There's no such thing as magic, it doesn't follow the laws of science" he replied in a slightly bitter tone.

You see, Sherlock was a lonely child. He did have red beard..for a while, but he's long gone now.

"Oh come on Sherlock," his mother said looking at him, "for me?"

Sherlock knew he was alone. He wanted a friend. That's what he was going to wish for, even if he didn't believe.

"Fine.." he replied, more softly.

The truth was, deep down, Sherlock did believe. He was still a child so he held on to the little belief he had left.
Little did he know that his wish. Would lead to unimaginable things. In time...

Exactly ten years later, Sherlocks birthday rolled around again. He was still utterly alone. But what most didn't know, is that every night on his birthday, Sherlock would wish on a shooting star.

He sighed. He was ready for another day of typical detective work. The only good thing about his birthday is that Mrs Hudson would give him an extra biscuit with his afternoon tea.

Sherlock had just arrived to Scotland Yard at precisely 11:00am. However, something was off. He examined the room and saw Anderson, being..well, Anderson, Gr-George? Looking at a dead body etc etc. But there was a new face. His name tag read Doctor John H Watson.
From his initial stance Sherlock deducted that he was a former army doctor who used to have a phycosmatic limp.

Shit.

He made eye contact.

The blond man began walking towards Sherlock.

Now he'd have to prepare for social interaction.

Brilliant.

"Hello there, you must be-" suddenly he was interrupted.

"Yes I am Sherlock Holmes, the so called "freak". And you good sir must be Doctor John Watson. And before you ask, no, I've heard nothing about you. But just by simply observing you I can tell you're a former army doctor who previously had a phycosmatic limp. You recently moved into London and are looking for a flat mate, also I-" Sherlock stopped himself as he  realised everyone was staring.

To change the subject he said, "Lestrade, if you need me I'll be waiting outside, it is awfully warm in hear anyway." He then walked out of the room leaving a gobsmacked John behind.

"Hey, wait up" John said, about to take off after Sherlock.

Suddenly he felt someone grab his arm. It was.. Sally? He thought her name was. "I wouldn't go after him if I were you, he's a freak, he'll get you killed." She said menacingly.

"I think I can decide that for myself, thanks" John said nonchalantly, pulling away from her grip.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Sherlock sitting on a bend with his hands by his chin.

"Hey.." he began, snapping Sherlock out of his daze.

"Oh..it's you." He replied, not even looking at the blond man.

"Yeah.. I just wanted to tell you that that deduction thing you did back there was.."

"Freakish"

"Amazing"

Sherlocks head bolted up at that. "You..you think so?" He said, almost in denial.

"Of course I do, you've known me for the space of 5 minutest and you already know so much about me" John said, sitting next to Sherlock.
"It's fantastic."

Sherlock blushed a bit, as he wasn't used to being flattered. But he quickly regained his composure. "That's not what people normally say.."

"What do they normally say?" John asked, slightly tilting his head.

"Piss off" Sherlock said bluntly.

They both burst out laughing. It was the purest thing anyone would ever hear.

"You know.. I'm looking for a flat mate too." Sherlock added, catching his breath.

"Awesome, we'll I'd love to be your flat mate" John said smiling.

After talking for a few minutes longer, Sherlock hailed a cab to take them both to Baker Street.
"Oh Sherlock," John began.

"Happy birthday"

"How did you-"

"You're not the only one with powers of deduction my friend"

They both smiled.
Sherlock had finally gotten his birthday wish.

UGHHHHH HELLO. IM SORRY IF THIS GOT JUMBLED UP SOMEHOW. BUT YKNOW- ITS LATE XD