Johnlock Oneshots

Doctor, Doctor (Sherlock)

I inched away from John.

"C'mon Sherlock, someone has to fix that up." John walked towards me with gauze and dressing. Someone should obviously look at it, but John? He would have to see me shirtless, of course I'm not letting him. Though I wanted him to, but it might get weird. He reached towards me, but I hit his hand away.

"Fine, I'll just leave you and you can clean yourself up then." My heart sank. I wanted him to examine the slash, but there was something about the situation that made me hesitate.

"Wait." I grabbed John's arm tight. He turned back to look at me, oh the tension was strained. We made eye contact for awhile before I spoke.

"I thought it might be...odd. For you to see me shirtless." John rolled his eyes and took a step back.

"I thought we were past that sort of thing. Sherlock, the stuff we did... you are worried about yourself shirtless?" After what John said, he was right. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it off to the side. John went to get peroxide from the bathroom's medicine cabinet.

"Where did you even get this cut from anyways?" John came into my room with the bottle and a towel.

"A street fight. The man had a knife." John looked at me confused.

"Right out there, a block down." He wanted a further explanation.

"An experiment." I looked at the cut and watched the blood rise.

"Why- you know what, I don't even want to ask." He doused the towel in peroxide and capped the bottle. I took too many pain pills.

"Now this may hurt, and it's important that you stay still. Do you mind if I hold you down?" Blood rushed through my cheeks, making them bright pink.

"Uh n-no, not at all." I laid down on my back and closed my eyes. The bed moved again. John held down my one arm and began to clean the wound on my shoulder with the other. My heart raced, was I scared maybe, that John was on top of me? The pain raced through my arm and faded out near my ribs. I kept my eyes closed, though I knew very well that John had been watching over me.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Is this...strange?" I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking directly at me.

"No, unless you want it to be." He rubbed the dressing into my cut gently, and wrapped it in gauze. The pain pills began to make me tired and drugged. Everything was blurring. I couldn't even think correctly. My deductions became bland and ordinary.

"Your eyes are so amazing, that icy gray color in them." John just stood in front of me and awkwardly smiled.

"And your hair." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"What about it?" I sat up and swayed around.

"It's perfect." He got intimidated and perspired greatly.

"Sherlock what's the matter with you?"

"Oh nothing John!" I laughed. I stood up and faced John with two inches separating us.

"Sherlock, you need some-"

"John. That's what I need." I nodded back and forth before slipping my hands into John's back pockets and sliding him a kiss. John refused at first, but allowed my actions over time.

"Sherlock, clearly something's wrong. You would never do that in a million years."

"But I did." I smiled at John.

"Let's lay you down." I got assistance into my bed. When John set me down I kissed him again.

"Alright, stop teasing me really." He switched off the bedroom lights.

"Teasing?"

"Yeah teasing. You do it all the time. I thought I might tell you since you're drugged so you'll probably forget my words anyways. I love you Sherlock Holmes. I will never forget the first time we met. And this hurts, knowing you'll forget what I'm saying now because I could never say it to the real Sherlock. God only knows what he would say back." He painfully smiled at me and began to step out of my room.

"Wait."

"Hm?" I sat on my bed laughing.

"Did I miss something?"

"Yeah you did, moron. It's me, I'm not drugged. I heard every single word." John stared at me with a gaping mouth.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..." John stood in the doorway.

"I was drugged for only moment, I'm immune to sedatives with my drinking and somewhat drug use. It was an experiment."

"Oh..."

"I wanted the truth, and you said it yourself, you would never tell the real Sherlock, so I faked the whole thing." We just stared at each other with intense pink cheek and shaking bodies.

"What you said was nice. I will never forget the first time we met either. Your little limp." I laughed to myself.

"One thing Sherlock."

"Go on."

"Were you drunk when you did that." I took a moment to think.

"Uh no." John just nodded his head.

"Yeah, I could tell."

"Well, I have to go and pick up lunch. I ordered us Chinese takeout." John was just going to walk out, he was embarrassed? Maybe angry? Perhaps sad? No, embarrassed for sure.

"John." I whispered before he walked out.

"Yeah. Look, pretend I didn't even say any-"

"I love you too. Be safe now."

"Of course."