Sherlock and John leaped into their dorm, shutting the door maybe a little too loud. The two crouched on the blue carpet, processing everything that had just happened.
Then, they laughed.
Not just any laugh, an uproarious laughter, fueled by their bewilderment, amazement, and the fact that it was Jim and Seb.
"They..." John tried to choke out. No words could explain anything he was thinking or feeling.
"...Are in the lounge..." Sherlock attempted to decipher the happenings, giggles riveting his whole body.
"And Jim is giving him a...A..." Insane chuckles wouldn't allow that sentence to continue.
"Ohh..." Sherlock collected himself, "He was just jell-o in Jim's hands! It was hilarious!"
Yes. Peanut butter and jelly.
Moran was just absolute jelly, because no matter how much you freeze jelly, it will always be easily spreadable. Peanut butter, on the other hand, is not. Frozen peanut butter is not spreadable, and it will rip your toast apart if you try.
"So, what now?" John asked, getting his breath back.
"I don't know," Sherlock flopped onto his bunk, "You have the ideas, John."
John snorted disbelievingly, "Me? Yeah. Well I don't know either. But I'm going to go check up on the captain of the football team."
"You joined the team?"
"Yeah...I told you that like seven times."
"Oh."
"Wanna say hi to Mycroft? He shares a dorm with the capt'n."
"WELL you have fun John byyeee!" Sherlock shoved him out and shut the door.
John chuckled. The expected reaction.
He wandered around, trying to remember the dorm of Greg Lestrade.
Right. This one.
He went to knock on the door but it was already slightly ajar. He expected Mycroft would have been a tidy person, not one to leave the door open...
Oh well.
Nervously, he pushed it open.
Immediately he wished he hadn't.
Greg sat cradled like a baby in Mycroft's lap, and they were snogging like the world was ending.
Oops.
"Oi!" Greg exclaimed when he saw John, helplessly standing in the door frame.
"Sorry..." He turned and slipped out, running off down the hall. Too much for one day.
He crashed into room 221, startling Sherlock, who still lay sprawled out like a starfish. When he saw John in his distressed state, he slowly stood up, leaning on his crutches for balance. He made his way steadily to John's side.
"What's wrong?"
"Mycroft...A-And...Greg! They...They...Uhg..."
John dropped his face into his hands. That experience was anything but pleasant.
He just started to think how much Greg looked so...Jellylike in Mycroft's embrace. Mycroft was the stiff, hard frozen peanut butter to Greg's easy-spread jelly.
So...Who's my peanut butter? Who makes me turn to jelly?
John was at a loss.
Nobody.
Sherlock inched forward, "John...Jesus...You look so...Disturbed. And distraught. And...I don't know but not right!"
John just lightly shook his head, eyes closed.
Sherlock pulled him in, dropping his crutches and wrapping John in a big bear hug. He just felt that's what John needed.
When Sherlock did so, John just melted into the embrace. They just became one.
John became jelly.
Sherlock had this distinct smell that made John feel safe and he didn't know why. He smelled of fireplace ash and a garden salad. It just couldn't be explained.
He was so stiff and board-like. So impossible to move, to stretch, to play with.
To spread, even.
Just like frozen peanut butter.
And that's when it hit him.
The reason he'd always feel mesmerized by his eyes, the reason his heart skipped when his presence was close, the reason his knees felt weak when they came in contact.
Jellylike.
The reason he'd been so destroyed when he jumped. The reason he always stayed. The reason he understood. The reason he couldn't be mad at him.
Sherlock fixes him, and vice-versa. All the problems deep in Sherlock's heart-- His antisocialness, his depression, his anxiety-- Seem to dissipate and wash away when John's around. And John, the problems in his own head-- The memories, home, an instinctive flinch-- All fixed by the magical, messy, marvelous man.
It was all so obvious now. In that embrace, in that moment it all came clear.
John Watson is in love with Sherlock Holmes.
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A Study In Him (Teenlock)
Fanfiction19-year-old John Watson has finally gotten his chance to start on his course in becoming a doctor, and has landed at Sir Arthur University in Central London. Here, he meets his roommate Sherlock Holmes, the only one who's ever made John question his...
