A Day For Love - Johnlock

Shot With Cupid's Arrow

I woke up with the sound of gunshots in my ears. I sat up straight, and one glance to the space in bed next to me told me what I needed to know.
"Sherlock!" I gasped, running to our door and hurtling into the lounge. I expected to see my boyfriend lying bloody on the floorboards, surrounded by men with deadly weapons. I was still getting the hang of our new love life together, so I was dizzy with relief when I saw the gorgeous man simply shooting the wall and leaving gaping bullet holes in the patterned wallpaper. Hang on, what the hell?
"Sherlock," I said, striding up to him. "Why are you firing my gun at the wall at six in the morning?"
"Bored, John!" Sherlock seemed angry. Frightened, I racked my memory to see if I had done anything to annoy him last night. It had been wonderful, so why was he doing this?
"Sweetheart... What's wrong? I thought you were being attacked."
Sherlock snorted. "With the duration of the bullets being shot, I would have decided that would be very unlikely, though not ruling out the fact that there had been more than one potential murderer and they were simply taking it in turns to shoot me. Which would be a complete waste of time seeing as more than one would have made it easier for the police to deduce what had happened. And I am completely missing the obvious, but now you have woken up a bit surely you have an inkling what that is?"
"All right," I said, trying to keep my temper. "I was just worried about you, that's all. You're bored, I get it."
"I need work! I need a case!" Sherlock cried frustratingly, throwing the gun on to an armchair and covering the floor in just four strides to get to the kitchen. I followed him. He was bending over a severed hand on the table top, staring at the cold fingertips.
"Sherlock, listen, love. How about we take a break from work? We can go somewhere. Anywhere, you just say it." I fixed my eyes on him and willed him to lose his manic phase and go sweet again.
The great detective looked up at me. His expression had lost its anger and he was looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, John. I know this was a lot different to yesterday. I loved it, I really did. But I need to use my brainpower, or I rot."
"So that's a no?" I sighed, disappointed. I had no doubt for our love, but Mr Sherlock Holmes was a lot different to my previous girl and boyfriends. Of course, this was a good thing most of the time. But he was special; brilliant, and I was ordinary.
"Well... perhaps you, John Watson, are right." Sherlock stood up straighter. "It will be good to train my brain into having intervals. This will be good for me. And for us." He smiled and I returned it.
"We'd better get ready then," I told him.