50 ways of Johnlock

Way 3: Once upon a time...

Sherlock Holmes, writer of several popular detective novels, was having a writersblock. It has been a while since his last case. He sat there, at his desk, type writer infront of him. He was having a rather difficult time. He felt lonely. He was alone. Always have been. Oh, there was an idea. Something diffrent this time. Something completely diffrent then his usual detective novels. He couldn't find the name for his genre. But he knew exactly wich plot.
The title: John Watson.
It began like this:

It was a special day today. Sherlock Holmes had just finished one of the biggest cases he had ever had. He decided to go home by tube. He couldn't help but smile. A man knocked him over. "Oh, I'm so sorry" the man said and helped Sherlock up. The man was shorter, broughter shoulders. Sandy blond hair and a wonderful smile. Sherlock couldn't help but smile back. "I'm John, John Watson. I'm really sorry" the smaller man said. "It's really okay, John. I'm Sherlock Holmes. It's my pleasure in meeting you" Sherlock answered and shook hands. John looked at his phone, and frowned. "Something the matter?" Sherlock asked. "Yeah, it's my phone... It doesn't have your number in it..." John said and had this little, cute smirk on his face. Sherlock softly giggled and took the man's phone, putting his number in. Sherlock didn't know what came over him. He would never have done something like this. John smiles. Sherlock arrived at his destination and walked to the doors. "I hope to hear from you, John Watson" Sherlock smiled and stepped out, going back to Bakerstreet.

Sherlock smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy writing this book. He decided to pay Mycroft a visit and ask him a few trivial things, for a not so important case. He grabbed his coat and walked out, going to Mycroft. He didn't stay long. Only about 30 minutes. Then he got the tube back. He stepped in and walked to a seat, when suddenly he found himself on the floor. "Oh I'm so sorry!" He heared and a man helped him up. Sherlock couldn't help but stare at the man. Shorter, sandy blond hair and the smile he imagined while writing the first part of his book. "I'm John. John Watson. I'm really sorry" the man said. Sherlock couldn't believe what he heared. Sherlock introduced himself and waited. If John looked at his phone and frowned, Sherlock would follow his book. If John gives the same answer, something strange is happening. John did frown. "Something the matter?" Sherlock asked, quite nervous for the answer. "Yeah, it's my phone... It doesn't have your number in it..." And the cute little smirk appeared. Just like in his imagination. Sherlock smiled and put the number in it. They both smiled. He moved to the doors. He couldn't help but follow the book. "I hope to hear from you, John Watson" Sherlock smiled and walked to 221B. Hoping he would get the text. But he was wondering, should he wait for a text? Or write when John would send the text? He decided to wait. Sherlock walked to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. Suddenly he heared typing. He frowned and looked at his type writer.

Just as Sherlock made his tea, John send a text. Saying...

PING
Sherlock got a text. And it was from an unknown number. "John..." Sherlock whispered to himself and smiles wide. He quickly opened the text:
I hope you aren't hurt, it's right what they say. Better not touch the masterpieces. ;) I was wondering maybe you would like to go out and grab a cup of coffee? -JW

I would really like that. Thank you John. And yes, I am perfectly fine. How about 3 o'clock tomorrow? We can meet at Speedy's in Bakerstreet? -SH

Sounds perfect! Speedy's is great! Then I will see you 3 o'clock tomorrow. Would be a shame if you were late ;) But I know you won't. I'm really looking forward to it -JW

Me too. See you tomorrow John. Have a nice day today -SH

Sherlock smiled one of the widest and brightest smiles he ever smiled. This would be his first date ever. His first time going out with someone else then Mycroft or Misses Hudson. Sherlock flopped down on the couch. Smiling like an idiot and thinking of John. He took a shower, got in pyjama's and read a book for the rest of the evening. The next day Sherlock got pretty nervous. 1 o'clock. He took another shower and went to the bedroom to find what he was going to wear. "The white shirt? No... The black trousers? Yeah, the black trousers. With the black blazer. Hmmm oh the purple shirt!" He said to himself. He got dressed, fixed his hair. Shaved and put cologne on. Perfect to go. 2:30pm. Great. Sherlock went downstairs to speedy's. He sat down at a nice table. And he sent a text to John.