Johnlock Oneshots

Sick

John leaned against the cop car as he waited for Sherlock to finish up with Greg. Rain was pouring down on all of them and John blinked the water out of his eyes, looking down so his eyes wouldn't burn. Sherlock didn't seem to notice the rain aside from moving his drenched mop of hair out of the way of his eyes to talk to the DI.

"Are we done here? I'd rather not be drowning in water." Sherlock commented and shook his head, water splashing onto John and Greg.

"Yeah. I'll take the guy down to the station. You two go on and head home; looks like the rain isn't letting up anytime soon." Greg replied as he playfully shooed the two away with a grimace of a smile. John lightly chuckled and looked at his raven haired friend.

"Thanks, Greg." Sherlock said as he began walking off. John's brow furrowed as he blinked for a moment, his eyes darting to Sherlock and then to Greg. The DI's eyes were wide open in shock as he opened his mouth and attempted to speak.

"Did- Did he just?" John smiled wide.

"He actually called me Greg." Greg nodded and laughed, "Bloody hell..Why do you think he did that?"

"He's just being nice." Greg was about to interrupt him, "Yes I know that's not like Sherlock but maybe he feels off because of the weather. He looked like a drenched otter." He said, casting an affectionate glance towards his friend. He's had a small crush on him since their first case but didn't say anything towards the detective, knowing that he would be rejected.

"You should tell him, John."

"Tell him what?" Greg glared at his friend's obliviousness and wiped the water from his face, the rain somehow coming down even harder.

"You have feelings for him." He said confidently which caused John's cheeks to tint red.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Greg." John tried to lie but to no avail as his friend rolled his eyes, "Plus, he's married to his work so what would be the point-"

"JOHN!" Sherlock called to his blogger, motioning to the cab that had stopped next to him. John politely excused himself from Greg who gave him a wink. The blond man groaned and rolled his eyes and turned to walk to Sherlock who was impatiently waiting, "What were you and Graham talking about?" The detective asked.

"Oh c'mon Sherlock." John laughed, "You just called him by his right name." Sherlock's face contorted into his mischievous little smirk as he rolled up his coat sleeve. It revealed a rain smeared 'Greg' that he had previously written on his arm, "Oh you utter cock." Both of the men laughed and entered the cab, returning to 221B.

Just like any other cab ride Sherlock quickly exited the car leaving John to pay the cabbie. After that John entered the flat and watched as Sherlock retreated into his room, shutting the door behind him. John also retreated to his own room deciding that he needed a shower after he saw all of the mud and small puddles of water that trailed after him.

After his shower John decided just to head to bed, barely able to keep his eyes open. Rain always made him sleepy. So once he was dried off he put on his sleep clothes which consisted of a gray shirt and navy blue pants. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

John groaned in annoyance as he turned off his alarm, stretching his arms and letting out an embarrassingly loud grunt in effort. He slowly sat up on the edge of his bed rubbing and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The blogger stood still for a moment as he thought he heard Sherlock call for him but shook his head. John came out of his room and closed the door, walking to their living room space. He raised his eyebrow in confusion as he expected to see a sleep deprived Sherlock in his mind palace on the couch.