Somethings bothering him. I can see it in his eyes. Whenever John is in deep thought or troubled by something his eyes become unspeakably dull, and his lips transform into a sour, straight line. Truly the epitome of obvious discomfort. Every since Marys death I have made it my duty to make sure John was safe and happy. Well, happy as he ever could be under such circumastances. I touch his shoulder as he's bent over the sink, washing dishes. He jumps and turns to face me, dark brown eyes piercing as ever.
As I begin to wash dishes beside him I feel his finger tips graze past mine. Clearly an accident. However, something about this unplanned contact made me... shudder. It is not as if John and I have never touched hands before, hell we've held hands during our chase-filled crime duties rather often. Though, in these small moments of simple contact there was something... different... And I could swear Johns face would take on a different shade everytime... perhaps...
"Goodnight," I whisper into his ear once we had finished all evident kitchen chores, in a borderline seductive tone.
Ahhh, and there it is. He's blushing.
"Likewise," he says as he scurries up to his room.
"I wonder if he knows..." I begin to smile at this newfound information before picking up my violin and improvising a melodic tune I began to call "John; Autem Amor."
John; A Love.
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The Human Error
FanfictionIts been seven years since Mary's passing, and the Baker Street boys are 7 years into raising Rosie; the witty, blonde, rebel known to all across London as the face of mischeif. However, trialing as it may, John and Sherlock have grown...
