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Johnlock: bad cold

It was around 11 o'clock when John woke up. Normally he was waken up earlier by Sherlocks Violin, small explodes from his experiments or the sound of his footsteps, when Sherlock was walking up and down, waiting for a new case. But not today. John crawled out of his warm bed and stood up. He dressed up, surprised by the silence.

Downstairs, he found Tea and Breakfast  with a note from Mrs Hudson, that she visited her sister this Weekend, but no Sherlock. Maybe he stood up already and went to the City? He poured some Tea in a Cup. He wanted to check on Sherlocks bedroom, just to be sure,

There he found Sherlock, who tossed and turned in bed, half sleeping, half awaken. With rapid pace, John stood next to him. He could see with one glance that Sherlock was ill. He touched his forehead and could feel the heat. John's eyebrows contracted. He caught his doctor's kit and was one second later with Sherlock again. He, Sherlock, was finally awaken and glanced at John with tired, reddened eyes, while he (John) examined him.

"What are you doing John?" he said with a throaty voice.

"I examine you" John replied.

"I know what you're doing, but why are you doing it?"

"Because you are ill, Sherlock and now unbutton your Shirt, please."

"Ì can't be ill. I am never ill" Sherlock said like a little child.

John sighed. "Now you are. Everybody is ill sometimes."

"Not me. I'm not everybody." Sherlock coughed. "Ok, you can call a Doctor." he accepted.

"Sherlock, I am a Doctor. Now let me examine you, for Gods sake"

With unhandy fingers Sherlock unbutton his Shirt, so John could check on his chest. The coldness of the stethoscope made him to take a deep breath, what made him cough again.

"It's just a cold. Nothing bad, i think. But you should stay in bed." John diagnosed.

Sherlock rolled his eyes but didn't replied. John let him alone to make some hot tea. John wasn't worried. A few days in bed and Sherlock would be fit again. The only Problem would be....

"JAWN" he heard Sherlock yelling. "JAWN?"

"What's now Sherlock?" he asked.

"I'm bored." Sherlock said.

"Then read a book or sleep a Little."

"BORED" Sherlock coughed-yelled.

"OK then come to the living room and watch TV"

In the living room he wrapped Sherlock in blankets and turned the TV on. While Sherlock was zapping (AN: is that the write word??) through the channels, John was in the kitchen and tried to make a soup. It was not complicated but Sherlock yelled all 10 seconds after him.

"Jawn"

"Yes, Sherlock?"

"It's to cold."

"Then take another blanket"

"Thats to hot."

John shook his head and came with two bowls of soup into the living room. He gave Sherlock one and sat down next to him. They watched a Agatha Christie movie first, but Sherlock spoilered after 5 Minutes and told him who the murderer was.

"Ok, thats enough. We're watching this cooking channel now." John decided

The bowls were laid aside and Sherlock wrapped himself in the blanket again. He bent his legs like a fetus and placed his head on Johns shoulder. John put his arm around Sherlock for more comfort and so they watched the cooking Show, till they both fell asleep.

(AN: Hey you :)  I just had this Picture in my head, where John and Sherlock watched Tv, Sherlock with a cold and wrapped in blankets. But i can't draw so i wrote it down.... See you soon, if someone is really reading this.)