Johnlock Oneshots

December 9- An Unknown Subject

John's p.o.v.

I woke up to the sound of banging downstairs. Not like the sound to banging from a hammer, oh no. Gunshots.

I came downstairs expecting exactly what I saw. Sherlock was shooting the wall again. "Sherlock." He spun around to face me and raised his eyebrows gesturing for me to talk. I thrusted my arms out in a 'what the hell are you doing?' gesture.

He blinked a few times and dropped the gun on the table and walked over to the couch and threw his head back like a little kid "Boooooored!" I threw my head back imitating him "Exhaaaaasteeeed!" He sat up and scowled at me "That is NOT what I look like." I scoffed "That's exactly what you look like."

He just plopped back down on the couch and curled up in a ball while he pouted. Drama queen.

"Do you want eggs?" I asked wearily "no."

"Cereal?" "no."

"Are you going to eat anything?" "no."

"You have to eat something." "Fine I'll have yogurt."

I closed the fridge and turned to him in unbelief. "Since when do you eat yogurt?"

He didn't answer only said "I like yoghurt."

I made eggs for myself and got some yoghurt out of the fridge for Sherlock. I walked into the living area and handed him his yogurt and a spoon, grabbed my laptop and sat down to look through my emails.

After a while of looking through what was mostly junk mail I got a slight impression I was being watched so I flicked my eyes upward a bit and caught a glimpse of Sherlock just watching me intently and eating his yogurt but as soon as he saw my gaze meet his eyes he drove them back into the cup of yogurt. I could have sworn I saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. I dismissed this quickly though. Sherlock Holmes does not blush.

but however a few minutes later I felt watched again. I wanted to be sure this time so instead of looking up I slouched casually so I could peer over the top of the laptop, and Sherlock wouldn't notice. Again he was watching me. Not in the way he does to deduce people but kind of dazed.

I don't know why this made me so happy but it did. I started to make a game out of it. I sat back up so he could see me when I looked up to meet his gaze. every two or three minutes I would flick my gaze up to meet his only for a second and watched him quickly look away. I decided to keep a tally of how many times I did this before he gave up staring at me and started at some other activity.

I thought this could only go on for about two or three tallies so when I got to four I started to wonder what was going on in Sherlock's head. On about the fifth tally, things started to change up a bit. I was surprised when I looked up and he put his head down what seemed like a bit angrily. The next time he scowled at his feet. Then I started to notice every time he would clench his fist angrily. I caught myself thinking how it was kind of adorable. I pushed the thought away quickly. I'm straight. I told myself. I am aren't I?

Until what a think was about the tenth time I looked up he didn't put his head down at all. Instead he just stared straight into my eyes. We just stared at each other for about ten seconds before he remarked "I like your pajamas." And jumped over the back of the couch. "Thanks?" I said, and he strutted off to his room.

(To be continued)

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A/N I don't actually know how good this is going to be because I wrote it a long time ago and I've decided to put it here instead of leaving it as a separate story.