Johnlock One-shots

261.The Stars

From a headcannon on the internet.
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“Goodnight, John,” Sherlock whispered, setting a hand on his boyfriend's chest. John yawned and wrapped an arm around Sherlock's shoulder, pulling him closer, even though he was already close enough in that sleeping bag.

“Goodnight, Sherlock.” John responded, closing his eyes. They settled down in their tent and went to sleep, holding each other.

John's eyes opened a few hours later, he felt his body being shook. He looked around, then at Sherlock, who was shaking him awake. “John,” he said, pointing up. “look at the sky. Tell me, what do you see?”

The stars were twinkling. John felt so calm staring up at them with his lover by his side. “I see millions of stars.” He said.

“And what do you deduce from that?” Asked Sherlock.

John shrugged and played with Sherlock's curls. “That there are millions and trillions of stars in the universe,” John said. “there's more stars than humans, they will always outnumber us.”

“John, you idiot,” Sherlock grumbled. “it means someone stole our tent.”

John sat up and looked around. “Oh,” he yawned and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “Someone did.”

“We can't sleep here without a tent, John.” Sherlock sat up and kissed John's lips. He started to pack up their things. “We'll have to reschedule our camping trip.” He sighed.

“Awh, I was excited for this.” John rubbed Sherlock's back, then got out of the sleeping bag with him and started to park up.