BBC Sherlock imagines

Doctor Who

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I'm baaaack. Did you miss me??😂 Anyway here's my first piece, hope you enjoy. And just as a note, I may not be updating as often as before, sorry. Xx

"Sherlock! Come here a sec!" Yelled John as he placed the very large package he'd been carrying, down on the coffee table. A long, dramatic sigh came from the kitchen but a minute later, Sherlock appeared in the living room, still with a pair of science goggles on.
"I'm here" Sherlock stated. "Yes, I can see that" John replied, "I want you to see what I've got. A mate of mine was going through some of his junk before he moves and found these. He didn't want them anymore so he gave them to me." John opened the package to let Sherlock see what was inside. Sherlock sceptically peared into the box to see none dvds of doctor who. He raises an eyebrow at John who chose to ignore his disapproval. "He didn't have the first season but he said that it doesn't affect the plot that much so we can always go back and watch it after. I thought it would be a fun thing for us to do together" John explained. Sherlock began to protest but when he saw the hope I'm John's eyes he realised just how much he wanted this, so he gave in and agreed. "Fine. Just let me finish this experiment." Sherlock said before heading back to the kitchen. John beamed with excitement and went to set up the DVD player they hadn't used in forever.
Sherlock re-emerged a few minutes later to an empty living room. "John?" He called out. "Yeah, I'm coming, Sherlock" John replied as he came back down the stairs. He came into the living room with a pile of blankets which he dropped onto the sofa and dissappeared back into the kitchen to make tea and some snacks (surprisingly the cupboards were actually stocked). Sherlock flopped down on one side of the sofa and awaited John's return. When John had finally sorted out everything to his satisfaction, he flopped down next to Sherlock on the sofa. It was warm enough at that momemt so they discarded the blankets and pressed play. The episode "A Christmas Invasion" started up and it took 15 minutes before both men were instances. They chatted throughout, Sherlock pointing out little things he thought John may have missed and John saying which characters he liked and why but neither took their eyes off the screen.

It got to the point where the two had "wasted" the entire day watching episode after episode and was now 9. Having not eaten all day, John was starving and even Sherlock said he wouldn't mind eating. So they paused it once they'd finished that episode and John walked to the takeaway to get a Chinese for them both. When he returned, Sherlock had already got the plates out so that they could continue watching as soon as John had dished it up. As soon as he had, he pressed play and series 3 episode 4, Gridlock, started. The two were once again transfixed for another 2 hours...

"Sherlock, don't you think that Lazarus guy looks like your brother?" John chuckled. "Mmm yeah, Mycroft..looks...like... Mycroft..." he replied drowsily. "Sherlock, are you alright?" John asked as he turned to look at his friend. Sherlock was struggling to stay upright as he blinked slowly and repetitively. "F..fine" Sherlock replied slowly. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I'd forgotten you haven't slept in days, it's no wonder your body's shutting down. Here, we can watch this in the morning, you should go to bed" John apologised as he switched off the tv. Sherlock shook his head in reply, refusing to go to bed, being as stubborn as he is. But John knew he couldn't keep this up, so instead he grabbed one of the blankets that had been discarded into his chair and placed it over Sherlock, gently pushing him back against the sofa. In the state he was in, Sherlock couldn't struggle but he did his best to be difficult, "No.." he tried, in nothing more than a soft mumble. John thought about how adorable he was like this and decided that he'd stay a while-just until he fell asleep, he reasoned. So he sat back down next to him. Sherlock unconsciously snuggled into his side, finally letting his eyes close. "Goodnight, Sherlock" John whispered to him softly. Realising just how tired he was too, he allowed himself to lean back and closed his eyes as he rested his head on top of Sherlock's.