Sherlock Oneshots

Sick sherlock (Johnlock)

It was an average day for John. Typing up his blog while Sherlock was sleeping after an exhausting case. Other than the occasional car going past it was surprisingly quiet in the streets of London.

John sighed finishing the last touches to the blog. He heard Sherlock enter the kitchen.
"Good afternoon sleepy head." John laughed. He only got a nod in response.
"Sherlock are you ok?"
"I'm quite alright" he said having a coughing fit after. 'Gosh Sherlock is hard work' john said to himself.
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, sit down now"
Sherlock went to sit down instantly after John using his full name, leaving his tea in the kitchen. John walked up to Sherlock placing a hand on his forehead.
"Jawwwwn, I'm fineeeee"
"No you're not sherlock." John said putting Sherlock's tea next to him.
He placed a blanket over Sherlock letting him rest while he went to look for any medicine.

He returned after a few minutes to Sherlock fast asleep. John knew that Sherlock wouldn't take any source of medication so he added some drops of the medicine into his tea, hoping he wouldn't notice the change of taste. John pressed a light kiss to Sherlock's hand before turning of the crap telly making sure to turn it down and have subtitles on trying not to wake up the sleeping detective. John made sure to phone Greg saying that Sherlock is sick and he's keeping and eye on him so they won't be taking any cases, Greg wishing him to get well soon before hanging up.

Sherlock had woken up around half an hour later, drinking his medicine infected tea.
"Jawn, my tea tastes icky"
"It's because you're sick Sherlock" John sighed. Checking Sherlock's temperature.
"Aww jawn is being affectionate" Sherlock said kissing john's cheek.
"No Sherlock. I'm just making sure you're ok." John blushed. Sherlock whined in response pulling John down onto the sofa and laying on top of him.
"Sherlock I'm busy"
"Then why aren't you moving?" Sherlock questioned, nuzzling into John's neck.
"Because you're laying on top of me"
Sherlock groaned into john's neck, feeling a bit better.

"How are you feeling sherl?"
"Mm fine..." Sherlock said looking up at john.
"Good good." He smiled kissing his forehead.
It wasn't long before they both fell asleep.
There was a knock on the door, with John and Sherlock being fast asleep the visitor or should I say visitors entered. Greg and Mycroft both came to check on Sherlock, especially since it's rare for him to even become sick. Greg saw the sheet on the floor picking it up and laying it over the soon to be couple, smiling like a proud dad. Patting John's shoulder before turning to Mycroft taking his hand as they left the flat.