Johnlock Oneshots

In the Rain

Johnlock AU

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John's POV

John walks out of the clinic's doors, done with training for the day. He scrambles to get his umbrella open, swinging it over his head quickly.

It's an absolute downpour on this chilly night. Rain drops are falling like bullets, creating a steady noise against the icey roads.  A strong wind is present, making John's cheeks and nose flush with a cold pang.

John slowly jogs to the end of the sidewalk, trying not to slip as he does so. He frantically looks for a cab, it's bloody freezing.

But there isn't a cab in sight. Of course there's not. It's so late, the sun has been down for around 4 hours. To put it simply, training for his new position is not easy..

"Shit"

Huffing in annoyance, John starts walking to his flat. It isn't terribly far, he just has to deal with this blasted weather.

The rain is loud, thrumming obnoxiously against the top of John's umbrella. Stray drops are hitting his shoulders. The harsh wind whistles in his ears. It's quite frankly uncomfortable.

John speads up, walking a little faster. He can feel the sloshing of his now soaked shoes and socks, his feet freezing cold. He just wants to get home.

Almost there.. John says to himself, he is just about to turn the corner to his street. He is basically walking a slow jog, desperate to get inside the warmth of his flat and out of the chilling rain.

When a small movement catches his eye, he abruptly stops. There was a cough, coming from the alleyway on the end of the block.

What the hell? Surely that can't be a person, in this weather? John squints his eyes, trying to make out what was moving so slowly in the distance. Could be some weirdo, who knows?

Yeah... yeah, that definitely looks like a person. But John just can't get a good look. His jeans were soaked to his knees now, he was shivering slightly.

John chuckles for a second, approaching a stranger, in this type of weather, definitely not safe. John's attitude soon returns serious though, the stranger may need help. I wanted to be a doctor anyways.

John slowly approaches the alleyway, being cautious of his surroundings.  A man, a very young man actually, is slumped against the brick wall.

John's brows furrow, this doesn't look right. The man sits there, coughing quiety and violently shivering. He doesn't seem to know John is standing in front of him.

John kneels in front of the stranger, taking in his appearance. The man's dark brown hair is sopping wet, his blue hoodie and grey sweats are wet as well. He is absolutely filthy. His left sleeve is rolled up. There.. there is a used needle in his right hand. Yikes.

"Hey, hey can you hear me?"

John asks, giving the stranger's shoulder a nudge. The man looks up at John, seeming unfazed.

"Are you high? What did you inject?"

John continues to question, doctor mode kicking in. The man shakes his head slowly, shivers wracking his body.

"Cocaine. Seven percent. I took it hours ago, it's wearing off now. Anywho, you can screw off."

The baritone voice soon snaps after a second. He sounds so young.. John feels his concern growing, yet furrowing his brows at the rude remark.

"Right. How old are you?"

The man twists his face, seemingly annoyed. He huffs out a bored sigh.

"19..  And I still don't want your help."