Johnlock One-Shots

Ballet!Lock

(A/N: Just saying, Sherlock and John are like mid-twenties in this one shot. Not sure if all the dancing terms are right [there aren't many]. And I'm actually quite proud of this one :D)

"5, 6, 7, 8..." The ballet teacher counted off the steps as the dancers flowed with the music. The dance class at Triple Threat Dance Academy was practicing for their final performance which was on Friday. The last recital was always the biggest.

Sherlock was in the ballet class. He loved it, and no one knew he was in it except for himself, his parents, and his brother Mycroft. He planned to keep it that way. Unfortunately, that could sometimes be difficult. There was a football field beside the dance studio where the community football team practiced, and they would use Triple Threat's showers sometimes. Sherlock tried not to use the showers when the football players used them because they would know he took ballet.

Sherlock did a leap with the rest of the ballerinas and they all froze as the music stopped.
-"All right ladies and Sherlock, good practice today! Practice at home for the big performance Friday." The teacher said enthusiastically. The girls broke from their frozen state and started talking and filing out. Sherlock stayed behind to take off his ballet slippers and put them in his dance bag. Today he decided to shower at the academy, thinking today the football players didn't have practice.

He was washing his hair when the door to the locker room opened. A bunch of ruckus came through and he whipped his head around, getting shampoo in his eye in the process.

"Dammit." He said quietly. He rubbed his eye and squinted. The voices of the football players were getting louder. He rinsed out his hair, his eye still stinging from the shampoo. He turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Sherlock rushed out of the showers and in his hurry he ran into one of the football players.

"Shit, sorry." Sherlock said standing while he gripped the towel around his waist. The football player he bumped into was short with sandy blonde hair. And Sherlock fell in love instantly. ((A/N: if you get that reference in the last sentence you will be 5ever cool))

"You're fine. Say, you're not on the football team, so you dance here?" The short boy asked. His eyes glanced down at Sherlock's bare chest, then back up to his eyes.

"I... Well," Sherlock scratched the back of his head.

"Dance is cool." The boy said. Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he stood frozen to the ground, his hand still keeping the towel around his waist. "You should show me some moves sometime." The boy smirked and left to the showers.

Did he just flirt with Sherlock?

Sherlock looked over his shoulder and looked at the letterman jacket he was wearing.

J. WATSON

"J. Jason? Jensen? Jack? J... Joe? J... John." Sherlock thought to himself. "John Watson." Sherlock said out loud.

Sherlock got dressed in a section of the locker room that was unused and walked home. He didn't sleep that night, and all he thought about was John Watson.
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Sherlock got out of bed at eight in the morning sharp. He didn't do anything last night except create a room in his mind palace for John specifically. It was a small room with nothing but a "picture" of John. Sherlock dressed in his usual attire; black slacks and a button up shirt. Before he left his flat, he grabbed his wool coat and navy scarf, then walked absentmindedly around central London. A voice broke Sherlock from his thoughts.

"Hey! Hey, you're the same guy." The voice belonged to John, making Sherlock turn to see who he was talking to. John was talking to him. Sherlock furrowed his brow and stopped so John could catch up.