Sherlock Oneshots

Thnak you

John ran his fingers threw Sherlocks hair easing him off to sleep, he'd been up on a case the past three days now the struggle of getting him to sleep.

Laying on the doctors chest a blanket up round his shoulders his head on the doctors shoulder. "Jawn?" "Yes?" Sherlock smiled quite delirious kissing his doctors cheek. "Goodnight Jawn." He chuckled. "Night Night." They lay Theres still enveloped by the cozy darkness both drifting off to there own world an easy night for once how pleasing that was for John.

Sherlock woke hearing footsteps around him startling him a little, footsteps fallowed by opening drawers, and an empty bed ? John must be up. "Where is it.... Where did I put the dam thing?" Sherlock heard him grumbling to himself shutting another drawer. A groan left Sherlock's lips as he rolled over lifting his head seeing the room was still dark no light and John stood there in his pyjamas rummaging threw drawers. "Jawwwn?" He pushed himself up onto his elbows on the bed. "Sorry just need something." "What?" "Oh em my...medication" Sherlock sprang up at that grabbing John pushing him down do he sat on the bed. "Your dizzy?" "Yes?" "Faint?" "Yes." "Then sit I'll look." John chuckled at Sherlock's worry patting his hand that was planted on his own hip. "Ok dear I'll sit here."

John sat on the bed his head on the head board watching Sherlock look for his pills. "Thank you." "No... no I have to you'd pass out and hit your head... again." He soon fond the pills berried in the bottom of a drawer god knows why they were in there. "Here ... I'll go get wa.... YOUR A FREAK NOT ME!" John looked at Sherlock gently baffled by his words. "How?" "DRY SWALLOWING?! That's what!" "Ohhhh you think it's weird because I don't let you dry swallow?" "Yes you don't let anyone!" "I'm a doctor I know better so shush." "BUT-" "nope!" Sherlock huffed flopping next to his lover hugging his waist. "Not fair." John giggled laying down Sherlocks hand sliding up to John's chest. "Love you Sherl." "Love you too... Jawn." John rolled onto his side so Sherlocks arm was over his shoulder and he faced Sherlock so he could hug the giant back.

The pair slept till John's alarm startled them awake Sherlock reaching over turning it off before flopping on top of John making him groan at the sudden weight. "Sherlock I need to get up." "Call in sick." John tried moving but couldn't and Sherlock now snaked his arms and legs round him holding him to the bed. "Sherlock I can't just call in sick." "They'd believe it you see sick people day in day out, and you can't be sick at work." "Sherlock there short staffed as it is half the work is down with the flu." "Just say you have it." "Sherlock. Please let me up." Sherlock just nuzzles his head against johns neck. "Staaaayyyyy" "Sherlock... work equals cases for me ok so let me go before I go batshit crazy." "LIES! Your fine with out." John groaned shutting his eyes. "What can I do to go to work." "No." John was still trapped under Sherlock. "Please I need to go, it's not a choice." "Your never sick I'm sure they'll believe it... I'm not moving." John huffed hugging his gangly giant. "Sherlock, come on." "No. Please stay.... I said I'm not moving."

John had to give in at some point as he couldn't get up. "Fine I'll call in sick, but don't think I'm running round a case today then." "Why not?" "In case anyone sees." "Highly unlikely." "Dose it look like I care how likely?" Sherlock then again nuzzled his head to Johns chest. "Thank you."