John awoke from a loud noise at his door. He quickly climbed out of his bed and checked outside. Nothing, he thought. "Sherlock?" He yelled out, no answer. This was starting to scare John, and it had only been a few minutes since he had awaken. Another crash, this time a groan was heard afterwards. Not an alerted, scared groan. More of a stressful groan. John had already guessed that it was Sherlock. Sighing in relief, John scurried over to the kitchen.
He was right, it was Sherlock. He seemed to be in the middle of something, that one thing not going as well as he had hoped. John quickly made it up to the island where Sherlock was working at. "What's wrong?" He said, staring at his friend. Sherlock seemed startled by the sudden voice. "Ah! I mean, uh.... I'm just thinking." Sherlock said, red appearing on his pale skin. John nodded slowly. I wonder what about, thought John. Sherlock had, in fact, been thinking about John. About how to tell him some things.
Sherlock was about to speak before his phone went off. This time it was John who was startled, jumping up and squealing. "oh! Uh..." John blushed. "Who is it?" He asked. "Lestrade." Replied Sherlock. John nodded slowly, not knowing who this 'Lestrade' is. Was he a friend of Sherlocks? More than a friend? That made John feel an anger, his pulse would quicken and his face would turn red. John couldn't believe it. Was he jealous?
Sherlock glanced at John from the corner of his eye. Lestrade had told him that their was a case, the murder of a teenage boy, obviously in a gang. This would be to easy to find out. But he decided to take it anyway, who knows, it may be interesting. Once he had finished the call he looked at John. "Want to go on a case with me?"
[Hi! Yes I know it's short, but so is John. XD Sorry, it's just, I'm sleepy and not sure what to do. No ones giving me ideas ;-; Anyway, I love you all and I'll update soon!]
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A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]
FanfictionJohn was never noticed, of course, that was easy to understand, saying that he could fit inside your pocket. Yes, John Hamish Watson, the seven inched man. The tiniest man ever. What happens when Sherlock Holmes moves into 221B? Will he notice John...