John groaned and grabbed his head, swaying slightly. "Sherlock..." He called softly, feeling himself doze off.
"Ugh.." He groaned again, feeling himself fall.
"John?"
"John!" Sherlock yelled, grabbing John just in time before he fell.
"I don't fell good..." He moaned, his head spinning.
"Oh no... What did I do to you?" Sherlock mumbled, staring into johns eyes.
"Hm....?" John muttered, feeling himself slip into unconsciousness.
"Nothing, love. Just get some sleep."
With that, John fell into a deep, dreamless sleep."Mmm... Sherlock?" John moaned, slowly opening his eyes.
"Shh, darling, everything's alright." John nodded slowly, his eyes closing slowly before opening again just a slow.
"My head.." He said quietly, the pain had gone.
"I know, darling, I helped with that." John smiled weakly when Sherlock continued to call him 'darling'.
"Someone's being.....kind." John said slowly, having to think out his words in order to speak. [which, sadly, I have to do.] "It's the least. I can do."
"Oh?"
"You've done so much for me, I should do the same for you."
John blushed and didn't reply, enjoying the nice silence.AN HOUR OR TWO LATER [-taps on my watch- I dunno if It works.]
John once again opened his eyes, finding that he was in his own room.
"Sherlock?" He questioned, searching the room for the beautiful man.
"Yes, love?" A voice called from besides him. Johns head turned towards the voice, smiling weakly when he saw the love of his life siting next to him, his fingers intertwined with his own.Life was good no matter how bad it got.
[you may wonder why earlier I said, 'which, sadly, I have to do.' When the book said something about speech. Do not worry, I am completely fine. I just have a bit of a stutter and speak slowly at times. There are days when I have trouble speaking and stutter a lot, which is really crappy when your a person who rarely talks in public. It only happens when I have to be somewhere other that home. which is probably why I stutter, cause I barely ever talk. eh -shrugs-]
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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...