Destined - A Teenlock/Johnlock

10. Little pig.

In the morning, Sherlock woke up as first. He opened his eyes and looked immediately over at John, his mouth was parted slightly and he was breathing, deeply and slowly. Sleeping peacefully. Sherlock heaved himself quietly out of his bed. And made his way to his desk, walking with soft steps. He sat down into his chair and looked through the pile of unsolved cases, searching for something interesting. After a couple minutes. He finally found something that got his attention.

A woman jumped to her death from the 7th floor from her apartment, Wednesday night. In September. Firstly, the police thought it was suicide. But a few suspicious items into the house, changed their minds. Evidence showed that she had plans for the night. She was planning to go out somewhere. Bathroom was damp, make-up scattered in the bathroom. Hairdryer lying on the toilet. Also, her house keys were laying on the table, alongside her handbag. That's all normal. But a duplicate of the keys were laying at the front door on the floor. Interesting... Sherlock thought as he put his hands steepled under his nose.

Meanwhile Sherlock was looking through the case file, John woke up. His eyes began slowly flutter open and the first thing he saw, was Sherlock sitting at his desk, with his back directed to John. John was quite happy to lay on his left side. Now he can watch Sherlock secretly. He admired his friend, or best friend? He didn't know. The only thing he knew, is that he can't stop smiling, if he thinks about his mysterious friend.

"Good morning, John." Sherlock said while looking at some pictures from the apartment.

John startled. "For god's sake, how did you know I'm awake?" John said surprised at Sherlock's skills.

"You make strange noises a minute of two before you wake up. You are doing that since I'm here. So probably it's a thing from you." Sherlock said amused, still with his eyes locked on the files.

"Oh okay." John paused. "Huh, what?" He asked confused, frowning.

"Don't you know?" Sherlock turned, meeting John's gaze. "You're like a little pig, begging for milk when you wake up." He smirked, teasing john.

"I don't believe you." John said, covering his face with his sheet. Embarrassed. Of course Sherlock was right. That's why people called John a pig on elementary school after the 3 days trip to Belgium.

"Then I think I have magic powers. So that I'm able to feel when someone gets awake." He quipped, turning back to his work. John uncovered his face.

"What are you doing?" He asked sleepily. Before Sherlock answered he turned the page over. Looking at the body from the woman.

"Trying to solve an unsolved case." He said absently.

"Oh." John mumbled. Sherlock sighed, looking briefly over his shoulder. John was staring at him with a 'tell-me-more-about-it-look.' Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned around, standing up and strolled over to John's bed. He sat down in the middle of the bed, legs crossed under him. He slammed the files down in front of John. John frowned, looking up at Sherlock with confusing.

"What are you doing?" John asked, sitting up straight, rubbing his eye with his hand palm.

"Obviously, you are curious. I'll show you something." John nodded, his eyes glinting with excitement already. He got closer to Sherlock so he could see the pages better. He briefly touched Sherlock's toe with his hand. Sherlock's eyes were directly staring at John's hand. John blushed slightly.

"So, explain." He said.

Sherlock and John spend two hours, trying to solve the unsolved case. Of course Sherlock solved it. But without John's presence, it could be delayed nor unsolved. Firstly Sherlock explained John about how it all worked. Afterwards John made a pointless remark about the corpse. Sherlock at first rolled his eyes at it. But afterwards the remark of John wasn't pointless at all. It helped him to put the pieces together. And finally the puzzle was ready. Case solved.

Sherlock was proud on his dorm mate, friend. His doctor... Yes, his doctor. Oh god, Sherlock can't believe he finally made a friend. He didn't think he would get such a pleasure feeling in his stomach.

Sherlock felt a feeling in his tummy that felt kind of like maybe someone had let some birds fly around in there. It was fluttery, and it made him feel kind of happy and nervous at the same time, and he didn't know what it was, but he was pretty sure it was because of John. Sherlock looked over at John, slightly blushing. John was frowning at him. Oh shit, how long I've been thinking? Sherlock thought.

Sherlock grabbed the pages and put them into a folder, standing up as he grabbed his phone from the desk. He searched for Greg's number and pressed the call button. Greg took it and Sherlock informed him about the case. Greg thanked him and made sure he will contact his father immediately.

Meanwhile Sherlock was phoning Greg, John grabbed his clothes and wandered into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower and took a hot shower. After only 5 minutes he started to shiver. The shower was running now cold so he moved from his almost foetal position in the corner of the shower. Getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel, he started to dry himself. When he'd finished he was searching for his under pants. Stupidly, he forgot to pick a fresh one with him. So he wrapped a towel around his waist and returned to the room. Gooseflesh over his body.

Sherlock raised his brow at the sight of a half-naked John. "You're freezing." He stated.

"Yeh, cold water. Did you took a shower already?" John asked as he grabbed a clean underpants. Sherlock shook his head.

"No." He said, looking at John.

"That's strange." John said, frowning his brows and disappeared into the bathroom. Sherlock watched John walk away, when the door closed he hopped of his chair and walked over to the kettle. John was cold, and Sherlock thought, making tea for him would comfort him. He turned on the kettle and grabbed two mugs, puts two sugars in his own mug, and for each a tea bag. The machine made a ping, meaning the water was boiled. He poured water into the mugs and grabbed one and knocked onto the bathroom door.

"What is it Sherlock?" John asked, while he pulled on his jumper.

"I've made tea for you, so you get warm." He said mildly.

A big smile appeared on John's lips. Sherlock making tea for him. He cleared his throat, opening the door. And saw a beautiful man *cough*. Sherlock standing with tea in his hands. Sherlock reached out his arm and handed him the tea. John took it.

"Thank you Sherlock. That's nice of you." He blushed, looking away when he saw Sherlock reading him. He was watching John from head to toe with narrowed eyes. "You're welcome." He smiled. John felt his heartbeat accelerate a little. As distraction he sipped his tea and after two sips he looked up at Sherlock. "You want to eat somewhere?" He asked.

"Sure. You eat, I watch." Sherlock pointed out as he turned around, walking into the room.

"Watch what?" John asked confused. Sherlock didn't answer him, so John finished making him ready.