Sherlock oneshots

Johnlock~ everyone fights

Hey again, it's me, your local writer updating once a fortnight! I'm trying to get better with updates and write stuff in advanced like I do for my doctor who book (shameless self advertisement), but I'm not doing super well with that either.

BUT I was wondering, since I've been around for about a year and been pretty anonymous- I was wondering if u guys would be interested in a Q and A? Like u leave me some questions, and I'll answer them inna chapter! I think it'll be a fun way for u lot to get to know me better!

So ya, leave me some stuff down below- or ur opinions on a Q and A in the future- and I'll answer them next time! Now, on with the Johnlock.

John and Sherlock had fought before, it wasn't uncommon. Every couple fought now and then, whether it was over something as silly as leaving a door unlocked or something as big as cheating. They always made up, even if the original problem went unaddressed from time to time, they always came out the other end holding hands. They were made for each other- or, that's what's they thought.

One particular day, when John had had a rough day at work dealing with angry patients and working 3 hours of unpaid overtime, he was not in the mood for Sherlock's shit. He arrived back at the flat and slammed the door behind him, hanging his coat up and kicking off his shoes with a frustrated sigh. "You alright love?" Mrs Hudson asked, emerging from her kitchen with her normal cheery smile. John smiled weakly at her, nodding and rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Work was rough." He said bluntly, and the old landlady gave an apologetic smile. She glanced upstairs and then back at John, rubbing her knuckles together. "Better not go up there then." She chuckled nervously. The doctor lowered his eyebrows and looked up the stairs in confusion. "He's been banging things about up there all day, god knows why." She said before John could ask, and with that he grunted and marched up the stairs to their flat.

He unlocked the door and swung it open, having to hold his breath at the sight. The place was trashed, the sofas torn to bits with feathers still hanging in the air, holes in the walls, graffiti, and smashed cups and plates. He stepped inside, cringing as something sharp cut into his foot. He gasped and jumped back, growling as he saw the blade sticking from the floorboards with his blood on it. He held his temple- this was exactly what he needed today wasn't it?

"SHERLOCK!" He yelled, feeling anger filling his form. Within a minute Sherlock swayed into the room, smiling at his boyfriend and showing no awareness to the mess around him. "Ah, John! You're late back." He said, slinking over and kissing Johns forehead before walking across the torn sofa to the window. John could only stare with a bored expression at the detective until he turned back around, cocking a brow.

"What's the matter?" He asked innocently, making John sigh. He pointed the mess of a flat around them, looking back at him with a spiteful gaze. Sherlock looked about and made an understanding face, placing his hand under his chin as if to think. He nodded and waved a hand above his head. "Ah, this. I had a client earlier- one who didn't agree with my opinions on his pointless case." He said, John gritting his teeth and mentally face palming.

"What did you say to him?" John breathed, Sherlock crossing his arms stubbornly. "That his case was stupid and a waste of my time- which it was." The shorter man brought his hands to his face, groaning and rubbing his eyes. He looked back at his boyfriend, who had a look of carelessness and utter ignorance on his face- one that would normally make him blush with affection.