JohnLock Oneshots

The Professor

John had just finished his case study for his criminology class. He always wanted to be a detective when he grew up. Ever since his parents got him a pretend fingerprints set he was always interested in the field. He watched tons of crime shows and was always the one who found the missing pencil at school. John was a freshman so the beginner criminology class was pretty boring. The only thing that was motivating him was his professor, Mr. Holmes.

When John arrived at the class he was greeted by his professor. Mr. Holmes was wearing a plain, black t-shirt (Casual Friday) and jeans. John's heart skipped a beat when Holmes stopped him in his tracks.

"Morning, Mr. Watson." John's legs went numb when his professor said his last name. It was so official, and he loved it.

"Good morning, Professor Holmes." John sounded like a machine. He could see a slight expression shift when he said his last name. John smiled slightly.

"I'm just gonna cut right to the chase." Holmes barely made eye contact. "Would you like to have lunch with me? Say, tomorrow afternoon?" John looked around and saw no one else in the classroom. Was this real? Was he in trouble?

"Should I be concerned about s-s-something?" John stuttered. He was kinda hoping that his professor liked him back. No, that can't be it. It must be something about his grades, or something. There's no chance a guy, let alone a professor, like Sherlock Holmes was interested in a scrawny student such as John.

"No need to worry." Then Holmes walked to his desk without another word. John started to become anxious, no need to worry about what? Was this a trick? He slowly made my way to an empty desk and people started to file in. He couldn't focus at all during the lecture. Sometimes they would make eye contact and John would look away. When the class was finally over John rushed out and went right to his dorm. How was he going to be able to contact Holmes? Email? What even is his email? John checked the school website and found his email and decided to send him a note.

"Hi Professor Holmes,

You expressed an interest in meeting for coffee tomorrow afternoon? What time and place would be best for you?

Thanks,

John Watson"

He thought he should be as formal as possible in case the school tracked it down. He took a deep breath and tried to take his mind off of it. John finished his case studies and began his work for his other classes. After about an hour, he decided it would be time to check his email. He anxiously waited for his computer to load and he was finally faced with a red "1" next to his inbox. John's heart skipped a beat when he saw Holmes, Sherlock on the header. He clicked the email and read:

"John,

Thanks for getting back to me. Meet at the coffee house near the gym at 11 am.

Professor Sherlock Holmes"

John smiled at the small note. It was simple but still had Sherlock's personality written all over it. He didn't ask John what worked for him, he just said what to do. John couldn't get the words out of his head the whole night.

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The next morning, John got up earlier than he had to. He wanted to make sure he looked spotless for the meeting.

"This is just a meeting. It could be about nothing, don't make it into something." John kept telling himself in the mirror. He didn't want to get his hopes up but couldn't stop his mind from wondering why his professor wanted to talk. Did he like him back? Was he not doing a good job in his case studies? He was getting A's all the time so it couldn't be that.

John left his dorm and checked his watch: 10:47. Just enough time to get to the coffee house in time, or even before Sherlock. Although it was mid-November John was comfortable in his plain black t-shirt and khaki pants. He knew that if he had dressed any nicer Sherlock would have called him out.

When he got to the coffee house he looked around but Sherlock was nowhere to be found. John checked his watch once more: 10:59. Sherlock was never late for class so John started to grow worried. Was this the right place? He triple checked that he was across from the gym, which he was.

"Looking for someone?" The familiar voice spooked John. He quickly darted his head behind him and saw Sherlock standing there. He was wearing his jacket with black pants and shoes. John had never seen Sherlock wear anything different.

"You gave me a fright." John chuckled. Most of the students had already gone home for Thanksgiving so he wasn't worried about anyone talking.

"Let's order." Sherlock walked into the line and John followed. Sherlock offered to pay for John but he refused. After John had gone to save them a table, Sherlock asked the cashier to put John's order on his card. The two of them sat in the corner by the window. They hadn't said a word for a full five minutes. The only thing that had gone on was John getting the drinks and some big guy bumping into Sherlock.

"So, not to be rude, how come you wanted to meet?" John took a sip of his coffee. At first, Sherlock didn't answer, he was just staring out the window. John hesitated, he was about to repeat himself when Sherlock raised his hand.

"I don't know, John" His gaze remained on the outside world. "Why did I invite you here?" John couldn't believe his ears.

"No offense, but how should I know?" He lifted an eyebrow. One of his pet peeves was people not making eye contact and Sherlock was pinching his last nerve. "I would appreciate it if you would, I don't know, maybe look at me for once today?" John began to raise his voice but dropped it immediately. Sherlock's expression never changed. John looked through the window to see what Sherlock could possibly be looking at.

"You know what." John stood up. "I have better things to do than talk to a wall." He grabbed his coffee and took a few steps and stopped. "I can't believe I thought you actually liked me." He whispered so quietly. Anyone else would not have been able to hear him, but Sherlock was not like anyone else.

"I do." Sherlock turned his head to face John and their eyes locked.

**A/N**

Heyy sorry it's been so long! I can't believe it's almost Thanksgiving! I have a special oneshot that I've been working on that I'm gonna post on Thanksgiving morning. Love you all!!!

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