Johnlock Oneshots

2 - Power Cut

There's something bothering Sherlock and John sets out to find out what. FLUFF and a lil angst.

Warnings: none :)

Sherlock had been in his mind palace for almost 3 hours and frankly John was sick of the silence. The electricity was out and all he had to keep himself busy was the stupid newspaper and a wireless radio that only had 2 stations. He didn't so much mind the 80's one, but the classical one made him want to jump out the window. His laptop had died mid way through typing up the Great Game blog and he was almost certain it didn't save which meant he'd have to type the whole thing out again. Typical.

Looking over at Sherlock lying on the sofa with his palms pressed together beneath his chin he wondered what he was thinking about. It wasn't unusual for Sherlock to just disappear into his head recently, after they had returned from the pool he hadn't spoken for days. John had been warned by him that it would happen the very first conversation they had, but it didn't mean he wasn't hurt by the silence. Right now he was just about done with Sherlock ignoring him, so he stood up and walked over to the sofa. Sensing someone watching him Sherlock cracked his eyes open, glaring up at John with accusing eyes.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked in his deep voice. John frowned thinking about what to say, his temper flaring in annoyance.

"I want you to stop pretending I don't exist, it's been almost a month since the incident and you've barely said a word." John said, sighing when Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"I specifically told you I wouldn't talk for days on end when we first agreed to live together, don't tell me I'm not quite living up to your expectation now that you're feeling lonely. It's not my fault you can't seem to keep a woman." Sherlock retorted spitefully. John stared at him for a moment, knowing Sherlock was purposely trying to hurt him so he would leave. He wouldn't allow it to work this time.

"No, don't do that. You and I both know you're being unreasonable." John stated, watching Sherlock frown deeply.

"I'm always unreasonable, I thought you would have caught on to that by now, or perhaps I overestimated your abilities in deduction." Sherlock replied, looking grumpy. John suspected something was bothering him, he only ever got defensive when he was upset.

"What's wrong?" John asked, trying his hardest to be sincere and not annoyed.

"Wrong? Nothing, I'm perfectly fine." Sherlock said evenly.

"Doesn't seem that way, you haven't taken a single case in a month."

"Nothing's worth my time unless it's higher than a seven, so far the highest has been a four."

"That's not the point." John stated.

"Then what exactly is the point John, you're wasting my time." Sherlock said, glaring daggers.

"You're upset aren't you. Something that happened at the pool upset you." John deduced, praying he was right otherwise he'd just be making a fool of himself in front of Sherlock. As suspected the consulting detective stood up quickly and stepped over the table, storming over to his seat and throwing himself down dramatically in the chair. John followed him and sat down in his armchair, meeting sherlocks eyes.

"You can talk to me you know, I'm your friend." John started, but Sherlock cut him off.

"I don't need you to play therapist for me John, as I already informed you I am fine, now leave me alone." Sherlock grumbled, crossing his legs and staring at the wall.

"You clearly aren't fine and I'm not leaving until you tell me what's bothering you." John argued, set on getting through to Sherlock. He cared about him, more than he probably would like to admit to, and it bothered him seeing him distressed.