Johnlock Oneshots

The Prisoner and The Guard

Ill do a part two to this if I get around to it or if I get even one vote that's enough encouragement to get me to work on it some more. Bye lovelies. enjoy!

Sherlock's pov

Slam! The official closes and locks up the door to my cell. So this is new. I've been to jail loooooaaads of times but never Prison. Hmm. how interesting. Besides it's only a matter of time before my richy rich brother wakes up and decides to pull me out of prison (at a cost of course) scould me, and send me on my way to commit more crimes.

Not that I mean for them to happen I'm mostly just... experimenting... and stuff...

The plump out of shape guard starts to read off the rules in a mono tone. 'lunch at so and so, and break at such and such, and etc etc.' nothing I haven't heard before.

Oh did I mention, I rock at deducting people. For example, the guard is about 45 years old has two teenagers one is on drugs the other Has disowned his family and gone off to college across the world. Also his wife died just a few years ago most likely in a car accident. But it could have been disease.

When he's done rambling on and I've pretty much made myself at home on the cement slab of bed not even caring, he calls to someone down the hall. "Newbie, you're up!" I just laugh loudly in my head. If it's a newbie Mycroft won't even have to bail me out. I'll break out with almost no effort given.

I examen my living quarters quickly. It's a long hall with dozens of cells. One person per each cell probably to avoid conflicts between prisoners. I'm hearing footsteps down the hall as the official leaves. His footsteps are replaced by lighter anxious ones coming from the opposite direction. Ha newbie.

I get up and walk to the metal bars and wait for the guard to pass. My time has come for me to start my process of trickery to break myself out.

I wait and wait for the guard to pass, so I can lay down my first of sly insults ooh yes I may not even want to leave, this will be a delight.

The footsteps come closer and closer and right when I'm about to open my mouth as he walks past me my words get caught in my throat and I nearly choke.

He makes it past my cell continuing to pace down the hallway without insult. Beautiful. The guard is beautiful. I tell you and you should believe me. Because it was true enough to stifle my words. The first time he walks past all I catch is the Sandy blonde hair and his face. I don't quite understand what my feelings are doing but it's unfamiliar.

The second time he walks past I notice his height and eyes.

The third time I look for a name tag. It reads John Watson.

I don't quite understand why I'm attracted to this John Watson but this isn't going to keep me from manipulating him into letting me go.

After he paces up and down the hall about five more times I acquire the following information.

Age: just a bit older than me. Not exactly sure yet.

family: abusive father, drug addict sister, full time working mother.

Past profession: soldier

sexual orientation: bisexual

After the last one I've decided that's all I need to know.