Just Flatmates {Johnlock Oneshots}

Her Baker Street Boys

I think we are all in need of a little johnlock in this time of depression. We were all disappointed. But it is what it is.

The sound of a child woke Sherlock with a jump. Sherlock rolled over to see 3:34 am on his electric clock. Sherlock jumped out of bed and rushed upstairs to John's bedroom. As he entered the room lit with a lamp, he realised the child was only Rosie.
     'Sherlock,' John said sleepily. 'I've told you, you don't have to rush up here every time you hear Rosie.'
Sherlock huffed. 'Right,' he sighed, leaning on the doorframe. 'Sorry. Do you need anything while I'm up?'
'Actually, could you get a bottle from the kitchen? I think she's hungry,' John smiled sweetly, bouncing the baby easily on his knee.
'Yeah, of course,' Sherlock replied. He jogged back down the stairs to the kitchen. He prepared a bottle for the baby that lived in Baker Street now. Quickly, he swiftly and quietly headed back upstairs and handed the warm bottle to John.
     'We need a nursery,' John joked as he fed his daughter.
     'Do we?' Sherlock tilted his head.
     John smiled at Rosie. 'Nah,' John shrugged. 'I think she'll be fine for now. But she will need her own bedroom eventually.'
     Sherlock thought to himself for a moment. He blurted out the most logical solutions to the problem. 'Well, odds are we won't be moving and Rosie won't be sleeping in your room for much longer. So that leaves the couch. But neither of us, nor Rosie, will be sleeping on the couch. Mrs. Hudson may have a solution, but I think if you and I shared a room, Rosie could sleep in here.'
     'Wait, wait, wait,' John stopped him. 'If we share a bedroom? Are you mad? How would we fit two beds in one room?'
     'I...' Sherlock began.
     'You mean share a bed?' asked John.
     'Well, if you'd rather me sleep on the couch, I'd be happy to,' Sherlock suggested. 'Or that drab little room Mrs. Hudson still has up.'
     'Gross,' John giggled. 'No, you're not sleeping on the couch. And I'm certainly not gonna let you stay in that mold farm.'
     'Then what?' Sherlock questioned. 'You want to move out of Baker Street?'
     John hesitated. 'Of course I don't,' he replied. 'We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Just go back to sleep, okay?'
     Sherlock smiled as Rosie closed her eyes. He approached Rosie and kissed her on the forehead. 'Goodnight,' Sherlock whispered. 'Again.'
     As he was about to exit John's room, John stopped him. 'Sherlock,' he said.
     'Yes?'
     John hesitated. There was an awkward pause. 'I—,' he began. 'Goodnight again, Sherlock.'
     'Goodnight again, John,' Sherlock replied, smiling.