Happy Little Pill

5

+John+

The harsh sound of the motor jerked John back to reality. The exhaust pipe breathed out hot air as if it were a dragon. On its back sat Sherlock, prepared to leave.

"Wait," John said softly, grabbing Sherlock's thin arm before he could roar out of the parking lot. "Wait, I just want to..."

John fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a Sharpie. Sherlock quirked a brow (and goddammit, if that didn't make John weak at the knees), but pushed up a coat sleeve, exposing the pale skin and black ink to John.

Uncapping the pen, John scribbled his number on Sherlock's arm, mixing in with the swirls and eddies of his tattoos. 

+Sherlock+

Some time later, as he sat in the wooden chair before his desk, Sherlock again pushed up his shirtsleeve and looked at the strokes of John's handwriting. He'd already keyed the number into his mobile, and water from a recent shower had begun to fade the edges. 

A reverent finger ran over the dried pen marks, its owner marveling at the fact that he, Sherlock Holmes, had just made a friend. A foreign feeling of what must be happiness rose to the surface, and Sherlock was determined to keep it that way. This was no artificial high. Who was he to use needles and pills when he had a friend? When he had John?

It was hard, though, because if Sherlock had turned his head the slightest bit to the left, he would have glimpsed the needle peeking out from under his bed, like a monster in the dark.

+John+

John wondered if Sherlock would call that night. He tried to imagine the slim frame seated at a dinner table, with a mother and father and brother. The shadowy figures loomed about, knowing and suspecting and hating. Two boys together, they would whisper whilst Sherlock picked at his food—for John couldn't imagine him eating much ever—it's disgusting, a crime against humanity. They should be punished.

John didn't look his parents in the eyes that night, afraid that they might look into his eyes and see Sherlock waiting there, hands held out and ready to be loved.

He didn't sleep well that night. 

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okay so i've been gone for a while....what did i miss?

sorry bout all that; i had life to deal with (but don't we all). but suddenly i got an email saying @watsoninthetardis had tagged me in a thingy and i was like OMG WATTPAD MY OLD FRIEND WE MEET AGAIN (and thank you ever so much my dear kam for bringing me back from the dead love ya lots).

but srsly i'm so excited to be on here again you guys don't even know. i shall be updating this lil story a lot now (yay!) so get excited.

also i have a blog suddenly??? you can check it out???? if you want???? (https://closeteddreams.wordpress.com/)

and remember, johnlock is love, johnlock is life.

much <3, pond