Johnlock: A Love Story

Chapter One

John sat at another date, bored as usual. The blonde talked on and on about pointless things that John didn't even care for. She didn't seem like his type. Then again, John didn't really know his type. He hasn't found the one.

At least she wasn't as bad as the others. She had a little charm to her, but it seemed like she never gave him the chance to talk.

"John"

He came out of his trance. "Hmm?"

"I said you're Sherlock's flatmate, right?"

"Well we're more than just flatmates. We're also friends and partners in the work field."

"Oh my God! That's amazing! I've read so much on you guys and I read your blog all the time! Do you think I could ever meet him?"

John thought his date, Allison, was being a bit rude and pushy. He kind of liked the spunk, not as much as he enjoys Sherlock's spunk. Sherlock was not going to meet her because, well, Sherlock was John's friend and not hers. He was glad she had brought him up; just thinking of him made him want to go home, so he could see him.

As if on cue, Sherlock texted John.

Hows the date? Need me to call you a cab now?

-SH

John smiled and started blushing.

"Excuse me, John. I'm over here" Allison rudely stated.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was just hearing in on Sherlock's evening." Allison lit up.

"Sherlock?! Is he okay?!"

John stared at her in a repulsive manner.

'Why would she even ask? She doesn't even know him' John thought to himself.

"He's fine' John thought for a second after that.

"Actually, he's a bit sick. He needs me home. I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, let's do this again."

'She wasn't all that bad' John thought. Maybe they would go out another time. If she would let him talk.

"Oh heavens sake, is he alright?! I should help you!"

"I'm a doctor, Allison. I think I can handle this."

Allison looked down at her feet and looked ashamed. John couldn't help but feel bad for her, so he agreed that she could go along to the flat.

John thought he should text Sherlock to tell him they were coming.

I'm coming home with Allison to 'see how you are.' I told her I had to leave because you were feeling ill, and she wants to come. She might be one of your crazy fans. So, make sure you're "sick" when we get there.

-JW

Serlock stared at his phone.

'Why is he bringing her home?He could've easily said no. Maybe I wanted John to come help me with something. Why am I getting jealous? Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous' he thought to himself.

He waited for them to arrive, and he finally heard them coming up the 17 steps.

He laid dow on the couch and put his arm over his forehead. He'd hoped they'd come in and focus on him, so she wasn't focusing on John.

They had walked up about 10 steps, but they stopped.

'Wait,' Sherlock thought, 'are they... Laughing?'

He sat up and looked out the door a little. Surely enough they had stopped and were laughing.

'I thought he didn't like her' Sherlock thought.

They started walking up the Starks again, so he laid back down on the couch.

John opened the door and let Allison go in first. Sherlock looked at her in disgust.

"This is a wonderful flat you've got! Is that Sherlock?" Allison looked at Sherlock lying on the couch.

Without looking, Sherlock spoke, "You could ask me who I am, but judging by your attendance here, you obviously know who I am."

"Sherlock! Don't be rude to my guest. You should get some rest, I'll walk you to your room. Wait here, Allison. Make yourself at home."

Sherlock had come to the conclusion that they had hit it off on the way home. He could tell by Allison's stance that she was nervous, but comfortable with John's company. John also seemed a bit nervous. She dwindled with her fingers, as if she wanted him to grab her hand.

Sherlock was upset for some reason by this. If anyone was going to hold John's hands, it would be him.

Sherlock had never thought about liking men before, but John made him like him. Maybe Sherlock was just confused on his feelings.

He'd never really had any friends before, let alone a best friend. Maybe he just thinks he likes John in a romantic way, but he really just likes him as a friend.

John helped Sherlock get off the couch because he was in fact "sick", and he took him to his bedroom.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked.

"I'll explain tomorrow morning. I don't want to keep her waiting!" John swiftly walked out.

Sherlock hated waiting. It was for normal people, not him. He needed to think, but he can't think and sleep at the same time.

He grabbed his violin and started playing. If he didn't know by morning how he felt, he would declare them as just friends.