A blast of icy wind hit John Watson and Sherlock Holmes as they walked out of the store. Sherlock turned up his coat collar with a look of disgust.
"Ugh. Blasted March," he grumbled. The long winter months had an icy grip on London, even though spring should have already sprung.
"Sherlock, it would be nice if you don't complain for once, so please shut up," John replied. He wasn't in that great of a mood either. The weather had left quite an effect on the residents of 221B. They started walking on the pavement towards Baker Street. It had been about five minutes when Sherlock suddenly stopped.
"What is it now ?" John sighed dramatically. Sherlock stood as stiff as a board, sniffing the air.
"Are you going insane? What the hell, Sherlock, I want to go home!" said John as he rearranged his jacket to keep out the cold.
"Rain." said Sherlock simply. And then, of course, it started to rain.
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Fanfictionso.... I guess this is my first story on Wattpad. It's just a small, sweet JohnLock fic that for me, at least, is a toe in the waters of internet writing. Here goes nothing. Please comment or review or talk to me! I promise that I'm better at intern...
