Johnlock oneshots

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The phone rang earlier than usual that morning which sherlock always new meant a new case had come up. sherlock sprinted out of his bed and clambered over johns chair to get to the phone. John however didn't know that the phone meant a case but he did know that the noise of Sherlock banging things on the floor and the occasional smash of a glass did. John slowly got up out of his bed and changed into his favourite wooly jumper with a pair of jeans. Sherlock burst into johns room just as John had pulled up his jeans. "John John John!!!! Guess what!!" Sherlock panted as he spoke. "ok Sherlock calm down just breathe, tell me what we've got" John put his arms on Sherlocks shoulders to calm him "well basically there's been 4 murders in 4 different corners of London but there all in places of historical significance to the death of a famous person from history" Sherlock blurted out as John was hardly able to understand what he said and waited impatiently for johns reaction. John sighed happily at Sherlocks innocent face "come on then we better get going" Sherlock jumped up and sprinted over to his coat and scarf, John trotted over to Sherlock and they both walked out the door.

"Should I call a taxi Sherlock?" John started to get his phone out before Sherlock stopped him "no no it's fine it's only a few minutes away" Sherlock started sprinting down the street with John watching him from behind. suddenly Sherlocks body seemed to collapse from johns point of view. John sprinted over to Sherlock and found him lying on the floor in the middle of the street. "oooooowwwwwwww joooooohhhhhnnnnnn help me John I broke my leg" John started to examine Sherlocks leg and the most damage he could find was a small graze on the knee "Sherlock it's not broken it's just a graze" Sherlock looked at John with puppy dog eyes "but jawn it hurts so much" John sighed and helped Sherlock stand "come on I'll take you home" after a large struggle of getting Sherlock up the stairs of 221b John finally managed to get Sherlock into his bed with an elevated leg, John sat at the side of the bed listening to Sherlock whine. "honestly Sherlock it's only a graze haven't you ever fell before" Sherlock gave another loud groan "nooo I haven't actually, mother didn't approve of me and mycroft rough-playing. John stood up to let Sherlock whine in peace but Sherlock grabbed onto johns hand and pulled him back down "wait John please don't leave me I need you near me" John was touched by Sherlocks sensitivity it seemed that the only time sherlock ever showed his emotions was when he was in pain. John didn't know where he got the urge to do this but he leant down over Sherlock and pressed his lips over Sherlocks. Sherlock let out a surprised moan of happiness and leant into the kiss. John started to move his tongue over Sherlocks and occasionally nibble on the side of Sherlocks lips, John reluctantly pulled away and smiled at Sherlock. Sherlock moved his lips to johns ear and whispered "I think my leg feels better now"