Destined - A Teenlock/Johnlock

13. Doctor Watson

When they entered the room. Sherlock and John got changed into their pyjamas. Meanwhile Sherlock was brushing his teeth, John prepared tea for both and grabbed the first aid kit, placing the perfectly made tea and the box down onto the table. A minute later Sherlock returned into the room and glanced over at the sitting doctor with tea and a first aid kit. He smiled as he saw John blushing slightly.

"Sit." John demanded with a tiny laugh, gesturing towards the chair.

"Alright, Dr Watson." Sherlock obeyed, rolling his eyes with a smile as he saw John beaming at his words. He really liked the name Doctor Watson, didn't he? Sherlock sat down and rolled his pajamas trousers down to above his knee.

"Let me see." John said as he crouched down in front of Sherlock. He removed the bandage and lets his finger move carefully over Sherlock's wound. Feeling the rind with his fingertips. He can feel Sherlock tense up at the touch.

"How does it feel?" He asked mildly as he looked into Sherlock's eyes.

"Better than yesterday." He answered with a crooked smile. John can see the pain in his eyes as he touched the wound. He chuckled softly, shaking his head and removed the lid from the ointment tube. Pressing on the tube as the ointment flows out.

"So, you did some important thinking then?" John asked, smearing the ointment onto Sherlock's burn wound. He briefly looked up as he asked the question. Wondering what Sherlock was thinking for hours. Sherlock didn't answer him. He just froze and stared at John's hands, caring his wound.

He tried to be careful for what he said to John. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. After years being alone. This bound he had with John was something he never wanted to lose. Even if that meant he never can touch John's lips. Oh wouldn't it be lovely to kiss those lips? Touching those chubby cheeks whenever he wants? Pushing John against the wall. Waking up, and the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is John. Sherlock wanted all of this. Sadly the man in front of him was straight, even John was showing symptoms. Like increased heart rate, dilated pupils, blushing. But of course this was too good to be true. Sherlock thought. Sherlock was surprised though. He never thought that he was capable to feel this way to someone.

"Sherlock?" John asked, breaking Sherlock's thoughts.

"Oh. What did you say?" He asked absently. Of course he knew what John asked him. He just can't find an excuse. He is the best liar in the world? Why he can't find a simple excuse.

"Never mind." John said. Sherlock just hummed as response.

Meanwhile John was caring his wound. Sherlock looked around as distraction of his thoughts. He better stoped thinking about John when he was in front of him. Well, sitting in front of him, touching him. You never know what happens. His eyes were locked on a book that was laying on John's unmade bed. He narrowed his eyes to get a better view and huffed immediately at the sight of a Hobbit book.

"Are you really reading that?" Sherlock scoffed.

"Hey, it's a good book!" John defended.

Sherlock frowned. "Why?"

"Well." John took a moment to think. "Well. It's just a good book. It's beautiful written and it's way better than the movie though." He said.

"Right, I saw a part of the movie." He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Did you like it?" John asked, hoping Sherlock liked it. Maybe they could do a Hobbit marathon someday?

"No." Sherlock said flatly. Okay, never mind about the Hobbit marathon. John was grabbing the bandage and wrapped it around Sherlock's knee.

"Why don't you like it?"

"It's just about a dwarf named Bolbi with Dumbo ears and big feet traveling around with a lot hobbits and an orc that can do magic. That's no big deal. And it's dull." He said crudely. John burst out in a laugher, accidentally leaning on the wound.

"For god's sake John!" Sherlock shouted in pain.

"Oh god, sorry." He apologized with sniggers. "Firstly the 'dwarf' calls Bilbo. And second he is a Hobbit who travels with dwarfs and Gandalf the wizard." John laughed.

"Your knee is done." He added.

"Who is Bolbi then?" Sherlock asked, his brows pursed hard together.

"You tell me. I've never heard that name before." John said amused. He stood up, stretched his arms and legs, yawning. "I'm going to sleep."

"Okay goodnight." Sherlock said, standing up, wandering to his bed as well. He flopped down onto his bed, sitting cross-legged. He grabbed his laptop that was laying on his bed and turned it on. John nestled him comfortable in his bed, his body covered with his sheet. He glanced over at Sherlock.

"You won't sleep yet?" John asked sleepily.

"Nope. Need to search something."

"What?"

"Who Bolbi is." He smirked. John chuckled.

"Goodnight Sherlock." He said softly.

"Night, John."

The next day, nothing special happened. Sherlock was most of the day absent, laying on his bed with his hands steepled under his nose. Being in his mind palace. John kept himself busy with homework, reading and looking around the internet. For five minutes he was on a site, he never thought he would visit. It was a site about information, how you know when you're gay and when you feel something for the same gender. And yes. The site described John's feelings perfectly correct. John didn't know what to do. Mostly when he loved someone he ran on the person and asked them out. But now? What is he supposed to do? Ignoring his feeling and just pretend? John was stuck. But well, he had no other choice to ignore his feeling. Or delete, like Sherlock always said.

In the evening they ate pizza. Ok no. John did. Sherlock just stared at John the whole time. John pretended he didn't see Sherlock staring at him. But obviously it failed, with his cheeks as red as a tomato.

John went to sleep quite early since he had a test the next day for math. Sherlock stayed up until 11PM and went to sleep also. Both boys hoping on a dream where their thoughts can be reality.