The Consulting Detective's Impediment. ( A JohnLock Fan Fiction)

The Consulting Detective's Impediment. ( A JohnLock One-Shot)

He awoke by the sound of the alarm clock ringing repeatedly against his ear. He jolted up, foggy eyesight looked at the time on the clock. 6:43am. He had over slept, suppose to be at work by seven. He was up late, solving a case with Sherlock. He barely got enough sleep to begin with, and working on a case all night just plan wore him out. He quickly gathered some clean clothes putting on a jumper along with some slacks. He walked out of his room, passing Sherlock who was already awake watching some show on the tv slipping tea. He waved a quick good bye "Bye sher" he managed to say, while racing down stairs to work or else he'd be late. He caught the nearest taxi, and with that he was gone for the day.

Sherlock sat there for awhile, watching a t.v show that was left on from last night. "He's a lying bastard! He slept with more then /one/ other person while you where on the trip! Just look at the stains on his shirt! " he mumbled angrily sending vile hate thoughts towards the guy on the tv who cheated on his wife, while she was on a trip of some sort. He curled up, hugging a pillow to release his stress he got from these shows when something he didn't like happen. His wife had forgiven the man, she started crying on the show. "For Fuck's sakes! He's lying!" He splat at the tv, as if it could hear him. After the show Sherlock felt rather angry at fact she had forgiven him.

He decided to check his phone, seeing if there was any new exciting cases that the police couldn't solve. He got nothing. He frowned, knowing his blogger wouldn't be back for hours, and no cases had popped up. He lazily rubbed his eyes turning over on the couch so that he was laying down. He closed his eyes, drifting off peacefully into a deep sleep since he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night. He spent the night, watching t.v and not sleeping.

"Bored" he mumbled against one of the couch's cushions. He laid down on the couch thinking to himself. He had been a few hours since John had left to work and he hadn't moved since he woke up. He just laid there still in his bed sheets, knowing nothing had showed up at the police station or else he'd be elsewhere at that moment. He waited for something better to happen. Nothing happened. John was at work which meant he had no one to talk to until later today. He glanced over at the clock reading 2:34pm. John didn't get off of work until six. The ticking of the clock seemed to mock him . . . Which was a foolish thought, clocks cant think. Nor mock someone. He rolled over and groaned.

"Miserable. Bored. Nothing to do " he stated out loud, to no one but air. He thought of looking through his bloggers laptop but what help would that do? He decided to go into his mind palace for a while. He thought of his blogger John. His heart started to race a bit faster, followed by a faint blush upon his cheeks. Wait, was he blushing? Maybe he was just sick, he certainty had no romantic feelings towards his flat mate. It would be silly, for a person to even think that. He needed some sleep, since he wasn't feeling well and having delusional thoughts about his blogger. He rolled over once again and took a short nap.

After an hour Sherlock awoke, he stretched a bit with a small yawn glancing over at the clock. 4:22pm Dammit. He wish he had slept just a bit longer then that. With that, he sat up pulling out his phone. And he texted.

Come home. -SH

He waited for a while for a reply. About two minutes later his ring-tone went off.,

No, sherlock. I'm busy at work. -JW

Sherlock sighed knowing John wasn't going to come home early. Just thinking of him made his heart race a bit faster, and for the life of him... He just couldn't explain this feeling. He had felt it for a while, but he hadn't thought much of it and disregarded it. But here he are, a few weeks later and the feeling had came back to him. But much worse, then before. He texted john back, with a simple reply and a few taps of the phone's keyboard.

Emergency - SH

Lier. Not falling for that again. -JW

Fire - SH

Sherlock no! Now, leave me alone. I only have about an hour left of work, you wait until then. I'm turning my phone off - JW

John sat in his office, looking over some papers while turning off his phone before sherlock could reply. He glanced over at the clock, knowing just an hour more until he could go back to the flat. He knew that hour would be filled of nothing but dull paper work he needed to make up. He'd miss so many work days of working on cases with sherlock, the paper had just piled up and up. An thought popped into his head, maybe he should just go home an hour early say he felt sick. But at the same time he couldn't afford losing his Job just cause sherlock was just plain simply bored. He sighed picking up his pen again going back to the paperwork.

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John had left Sherlock bored, for the hour of work he had left without turning his phone on to see what sherlock had messaged him back. He simply didn't care that sherlock was bored. All he hoped was that he hid his gun well enough so sher, didn't start shooting at the wall again. He stood up, collecting his things from his office starting to walk towards the door to leave. He did wonder what sherlock was doing all day, but the thought just wandered into his mind as soon as it left. He grabbed his coat and walked out onto the busy town of London. He looked around the street calling the nearest taxi he found. It pulled over, and he got in.

After twenty minutes or so, he finally arrived back at 221B Baker Street. He payed the taxi driver, and got out of the car. He walked inside taking a step on the creaking old stairs, then another walking up towards the flat, sherlock and him shared. He was glad to hear no gun shots being fired by a mere boredness that had happen to be catch around sherlock's brain. He reached the flat walking inside, he set his bag down by the door before calling out.

"hey sher, I'm back from work" with that said, he wandered into the kitchen starting to brew some water for tea. He heard to reply or response from his flat mate, and wondered if it was because he didn't reply back to his text messages. He figured sherlock was in his room, since he hadn't seen him in the living room when he came home. He saw a dark shadow from the corner of his eye move quickly around the room behind him, before he could say anything or move long slim fingers slipped around his waist pulling him around to face the shadow, he hadn't had a glance at until now. To his surprise it wasn't a unknown attacker, but sherlock. The taller man, looked down at him a tad mad at the other for not responding back to his text messages.

John, wiggled a bit feeling uncomtable in this situation due to sherlock's fingers grasped around his waist tightly. He let out a discreet cough a bit awkwardly. Sherlock noticed this, and smirked a tab bit at his blogger, just then it hit him he felt a urge. A strong urge that he had never felt before. He gazed down into other's eyes, he could sense a bit of fear of the unknown. He saw it in Johns eyes, John was unsure of what sherlock was doing. Sherlock, wasn't positive that he knew what he was doing either, but he followed the urge for once in his life. The taller man, leant down slowly inches away from his bloggers face.

"Sher what are you do-" he was cut off by a pair of soft lips against his own, his eyes widen surprised by the action sherlock had just taken. It surprised them both. The taller man, pulled away from the kiss turning his head the other way with a blush of embarrassedment upon his cheeks. John just stared at him in shock, not exactly sure what just happened there. Maybe he was dreaming, cause he knew for a fact sherlock would never do that and he knew sherlock, didnt like him in /that/ way.

"John Watson " he spoke calmly with no emotion in his voice at all "I think I love you " he glanced into John's eyes. While John Watson, Sherlock Holmes blogger stood there in slience and shock.

A/N ; With that cliffhanger~ There's chapter 1! :D I'm not sure if I should coun this, or if anyone even likes this. 1st JohnLock type of writing I've ever done. So bravo to me for that cx This could just easily be a one-shot, but anyways! Tell me of you like it. By leaving a vote and or comment. Or a vote and a comment if you loved and it want to see more ^^' thank you~ for readin! Happy wattpadin wattpaders. <3