BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

John: Jealousy Killed the Watson

Request for sherlockian221c

MARTIN LOOK SO HOT IN THIS LOLOLOLOLOL
I MEAN SO DOES BENE
BUT MARTIN MAN OMG

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Y/N POV

It was mid summer, yet clouds were scattered across the sky, shielding the full warmth of the sun. Only occasionally did it peek out and touch your skin, taking away the shivers you had for a mere second before disappearing behind clouds again. Of course, you wouldn't be having the shivers if a certain detective would've given you five more seconds to put on a jacket.

Speaking of, you glared at the man to your right. He must've felt the burn of your angry stare, and he glanced at you momentarily before smirking and putting his attention back on the sidewalk in front of him. You rolled your eyes and shook your head despite trying to bite back a smile.

This walk to the park seemed to be taking forever. It wasn't just any walk to the park though, no, this park would be stained with blood, strewn body parts lying everywhere, the screams of children still echoing in the air. You shivered again, this time not from the cold.

"Want my jacket?" asked John, from your left. You wanted to say yes, badly, but the sun had just come back out again, warming you up once more.

"No thanks, I'm not cold anymore, just had a bad thought was all," you replied, and you hoped he caught the edge of disappointment in your tone. Part of you wanted to accept the jacket just so his scent would linger on you for awhile afterward, but you couldn't risk getting sweaty armpits. Instead you would just wait, hoping the sun would go away again and you could find an excuse to brush your fingertips against his as you grabbed for his army green.

JOHN'S POV

I had turned at just the right moment to find (y/n) giving Sherlock a look, to which he returned with a smirk. She tried to hide the smile, but I knew that look, I knew when she was trying to hold her anger, but was actually on the verge of laughing and forgiving you on the spot.

I frowned a bit, wishing she would turn and look at me with that humorous smile. Of course, I wasn't Sherlock Holmes, her longtime friend that she had been crushing on for years now. I was John Watson, the short sidekick.

She shivered slightly, and I offered her my jacket. She refused, and I could've sworn there was a hint of disappointment in her voice, but it was probably just my mindless dreaming. I noticed Sherlock look at me out of the corner of his eye, his gaze questioning and curious. I narrowed my eyebrows back, mouthing"what?". He ignored me of course, instead addressing (y/n).

"Would you like my jacket?" he asked her, and I couldn't help but let my shoulders sink a little. I knew she would say yes. How could she not?

"I just refused John's, why would I take yours?" she asked, shaking her head and giving Sherlock a weird look. I couldn't help but let my jaw drop in shock at her refusal. Sherlock didn't seem too hurt by her comment, and I met (y/n)'s eye for a second as she gave me a shy smile. My heart lit up.

"Why wouldn't you take it?" he asked playfully. "Don't you like me?"

I couldn't believe he was bringing this up. How cocky was he? His head should explode with ego any second now. I glanced up to find him studying my face, before looking away quickly and waiting for (y/n)'s answer. "Sorry Sherl, but that was so two years ago," she laughed, patting him on the arm. I laughed too. HA. Rejected.

"So if I asked you out right now, that would be a no then?" he asked.

I tried to refrain from shaking my head and screaming at the top of my lungs. It was like he knew I liked her and- oh that bastard. I shot him a glance and found him smirking at me devilishly. He definitely knew. And he was definitely doing everything in his power to make me jealous.

I sighed, trying to block out their talking the rest of the way. Finally we reached the park, and never had I been so happy to be at a murder scene. (Y/n) stood back while Sherlock and I investigated closer. Of course, he took advantage of the time alone.

"So, you like (y/n)?" asked Sherlock, and I tried to keep a straight face.

"What? No. Where did you even think of that?" I asked him, turning my face so he couldn't see my reddening cheeks.

"You're like a fish tank John. The glass may be a wall, but that doesn't stop me from seeing everything going on inside."

I turned to look at him. "Don't do that," I said.

"Do what?" he asked as he picked up discarded body parts.

"Try to be all metaphorical and such."

"I wasn't, I was just-"

"It doesn't matter anyways. She doesn't like me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well," I sighed, counting out the body parts and trying to piece together how many bodies in total had been cut up, "for one she wouldn't take my jacket."

"Obviously wasn't cold anymore," Sherlock muttered under his breath.

I rolled my eyes at him, an easy excuse. "Two, she-"

"Hey John, I'll take that jacket now," she smiled, her teeth chattering slightly behind us as she turned her eyes up at the darkening sky.

I turned to Sherlock, and he raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Stuff it," I said, fighting my hardest to not seem too happy as I raced towards her, wiping the bloody discard on my jeans. I handed her my jacket and she slipped it on, thanking me in that angelic voice. I just nodded, dumbfounded at her beauty, and turned away, secretly hoping that she would wear it for the rest of the night, so that when I got it back, I could smell just the slightest hint of her.

Y/N

Overdue update.

20 days till the premiere.

Random: Stripes or polka dots?
(I'm a stripes person.)

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