(Hello! Did you guess that it was John? This takes place after Mary dies but John has moved on by this point. This didn't really turn out like I expected but I'm posting it regardless. Anyway, on with the story.)
You took a deep breath and knocked on the large black door, the golden numbers and letter shining in the sun. 221B. Gavin, or whatever his name was, had told you that you were to be partnered up with Sherlock and John. You knew Sherlock from around the office and in Molly's part of the morgue. He had been rude, arrogant, and you liked it. It was just like you.
An old woman answered the door.
"Hello dear. Are you here for the boys?"
She asked cheerily. You couldn't help but give a small smile back.
"Yes. We're partners. I'm y/n."
"I'm Mrs. Hudson. Just go straight up love." You nodded at her and headed up towards the flat. There were two gun shots, from Sherlock, most likely. A voice yelled.
"For goodness sake Sherlock! Stop shooting the bloody wall!" You opened the door.
"Bored, Sherly?" He turned on his heel.
"Y/n? What do you want?" He sneered. You held up the case file.
"Y/n. I don't think we've met. I'm John Watson." He held out his hand. You looked down at it unsurely. Upon seeing your distaste, he leaned forward and picked up the t.v remote from beside you, not breaking eye contact. You nodded and muttered.
"Smooth." Before turning to Sherlock and putting the thick case file on the table. "Right. Let's start this up then."
John's POV
We had just finished our third case. Me, Sherlock and... her. Y/n. She was just like Sherlock. Emotionless and cold. She always had an answer for everything. It was infuriating. She was infuriating! The whole time she was nothing less and nothing more. But if I hate her so much, why can't I get her out of my mind?
"John! Stop daydreaming for goodness sake!" She snapped harshly. "No wonder you were so terrible at the last case." I looked up at her and sighed.
"I hate you."
"The feeling's mutual." She spat back. If only she knew that my infuriation had turned into infatuation. It's not like I'd ever tell her.
"Y/n John doesn't hate you he fancies you. John y/n doesn't hate you she fancies you. So just kiss and make up already!" We both looked at each other in horror, shouting at the same time.
"SHERLOCK!"
(A/N)
The next story is with two characters.
Number 1:
• He is a Holmes brother
• He secretly cares a lot
Number 2:
• He is a cinnamon roll
• He's a little bit on the 'older side' (without being rude to him or the actor. They're both amazing)
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Sherlock One Shots
FanfictionWelcome fellow sherlockians. This book is all about Sherlock and Co. and their times with you. I found the cover on the Internet and just added the title and my name so credits to the creator of the picture.
