It is what it is (Johnlock)

Chapter 3

John was sitting in his chair and reading a crime novel. It's about a Swedish Chief Inspector called Kurt Wallander who's from the south of Sweden. John decided to start reading the books after he watched  the BBC show and now he was hooked. Sure John has seen things in real life that should make him immune to crime novels but apparently not. Then suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the kitchen.

"Don't worry! Everything's okay."

Sherlock yelled from the kitchen, he was experimenting. He did not sound okay though. John left his chair and rushed to the kitchen. Sherlock was laying down on the floor covered in some sort of chemical.
John was just about to go over there and help him up but then the smell hit him. It smelled horrible, almost like a dumpster times a thousand.

"Sherlock what the hell is that smell and why are you experimenting with that in our apartment?"

"I told you earlier that I was going to some experiments on bad smelling chemicals."

"No you didn't!"

Sherlock just looked at John from his position on the floor. He has made no attempt to get up, the argument was apparently a bigger priority.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. I just left your chair this morning without saying a word and you've been in the kitchen since."

"Huh..."

Was all Sherlock said. John walked over to Sherlock to help him up while pinching his nose at the same time. The scent was increasingly getting worse. He helped Sherlock back up and started cleaning the table.

"How did you fall by the way?"

"I slipped, the floor is wet."

"And why is the floor wet?"

"I'm not in the mood for this John. The smell is going to be here for a while."

John's smug smile that he had from teasing Sherlock was suddenly gone.

"What do you mean a while?"

"It can take up to two weeks for the smell to leave the building. We should probably stay at a hotel. My fault my treat."

"Yeah it's the least you can do. Why don't you go and call someone who can maybe fix this while I clean up your mess."

Sherlock nodded a little almost as if he was a bit embarrassed. John chuckled at the thought of Sherlock blushing out of embarrassment as the deflect the kitchen. He cleaned the kitchen thoroughly but the smelled still got worse, John almost puked a couple of times. Through the walls he could hear Sherlock talking to someone over the phone, he sounded annoyed so John assumed it was Mycroft. The incident at Sherrinford had brought them together but they were both still very petty. John preferred not to think about Sherrinford at the things that happened there. It still haunted him a bit but things slowly and surely got better. Sherlock entered the kitchen wearing new clothes and looked pleased with himself.

"I booked us two rooms at a five star hotel and some guys will come tomorrow to sanitise the building. We should tell Mrs Hudson as the smell will any moment now reach the first fl..."

"WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT SMELL?"

John and Sherlock stated giggling and made their way downstairs to explain to Mrs Hudson what happened.

***

There was a knock on John's door, he knew it was Sherlock. They had decide to settle in in their hotel rooms and rest for a while and later around 7 pm they would go out and eat dinner. John looked at the clock on his phone and saw that it was 7 pm sharp, he chuckled. Some things would never change. He got out of bed and picked up Rosie who was playing on the floor. John opened the door to see a well dressed Sherlock. Sherlock always looked well dressed but now John could not stop staring. He was just so gorgeous. John could feel a blush starting to spread on his cheeks. Sherlock started looking confused.

"John?"

John was snapped out of his trance and realised that a couple of minutes had gone by with him just staring at the detective. Needless to say he started blushing even harder.

"Let's go then shall we?"

Was all he responded with. Rosie squealed in his arms as if she agreed. John stated walking down the hallway towards the elevator satisfied with Rosie's answer.

***

The dinner had gone by smoothly and were now taking a walk. Rosie was sleeping like a log in Sherlock's arms and was walking just beside Sherlock. They were walking in silence and every now and again their hands would touch. It was a very nice evening. The traffic wasn't as bad as it usually was and it was not too cold.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Sherlock said and nodded up towards the sky were the stars were shinning bright. John stated laughing and the detective just looked at him in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

He asked innocently.

"Sherlock, we have already had this conversation once before. Remember?"

Sherlock frowned for a couple of seconds but then his face lightened up and he stated smiling.

"Yeah, that was a couple of years ago."

Sherlock said almost happily and looked down at Rosie who was still sleeping. He smiled even more and kissed her head. John could feel his heart melting at the sight and he knew that his feelings for Sherlock were not just temporary. This was the real deal and strangely he found himself more than okay with that, one might even say happy with it. The now very familiar warmth started to spread in his chest once again. John had not been this happy in a while. He was happy with Mary in the beginning but then everything went to shit. And when things started to be okay again Eurus happened and things went to shit again. But now finally things were good, more than good. Things were great. John looked at the way Sherlock held Rosie, one arm around her body and one holding her face. He placed his hand on Rosie's head, on top of Sherlock's. They both stopped walking and Sherlock looked at John with big eyes. John just gave Sherlock's hand a squeeze and smiled at him.

Notes:
Hi! So I decided to post this chapter earlier because I barely have any homework this week. I more than love getting feedback on my writing so please do that if you wanna. Smooth way of telling you that I'm Swedish eyyy? Anyways thanks for reading! :)

Love Ebba xxx