Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

Swap Part #1

This was a request from TheWeirdLoserTvT. Thanks for this idea. So basically in this Sherlock is Mycroft and John is Greg and visa versa.

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Sherlocks POV

I sighed. My idiot brother had done it again. The paperwork I had to go through was horrendous. His new flatmate had just shot a man. I was going to kill him. I pulled out the files I had been looking at. Greg Lestrand, police history, got himself injured, though my brother fixed that, bisexual, divorced his wife. I glared at him. I didn't like the way he looked at my brother, nor the way my brother looked at him. I looked at the second file, John Watson. He was the Detective Inspector my brother bothered most of the time. I hated that this folder was so worn. That I had picked it up so many times just to stare at it. I hated how attractive he was. I didn't even have to open it to know what was inside. Military until he got shot, he was a doctor but did not pursue that job, became a DI after someone shot his sister in law. His sister turned into a drunk after that.  Bisexual, and single. I groaned and covered my face in my hands. I put the folder back and went back to work. I didn't touch the folder again for a while.

I walked through the offices holding my umbrella. Glaring at the workers. I made my way to the office where my brother was. I knocked and was greeted by the person who I whose folder was still open on my desk. John Hamish Watson. I forced myself to keep my face empty. God I wanted to blush. "Hello, Detective Inspector,'' I said.

He cocked his head to one side and looked into the office. Mycroft appeared behind him. "What are you doing here?" he muttered.

"Can I check on my brother?"

"If you wanted to check on me you would have hacked into the cameras."

I smiled. He wasn't wrong. Someone coughed. I turned to see it was John. I blinked. Even mummy never interrupted out bickering. "So sorry, I came here because you have been causing me an incredible amount of paperwork. Stop trying to get yourself killed." I growled.

He glared. "How's the drug addiction?" he smirked.

I froze. "How's the diet?" I growled.

We were both glaring at each other. Greg took that moment to grab Mycroft's hand. He whispered something in his ear and he calmed down. They've been dating for two months. Didn't bother to tell me. I glared at both of them. "Welp you two can go home bye-bye,'' John said, interrupting the tension.

He pushed my brother and his boyfriend out the door. I looked at him curiously. He slammed the door and turned to me. "Brother?" he asked.

"Unfortunately yes." I sighed.

He started making his way to his desk. "You older or younger?"

"Younger by seven years."

He looked at me again. He was fascinated by me. Sexually attracted to me. God knows I felt the same. Wanted to know about me. Liked my eyes. I blushed. "Can you do the same thing your brother does?" he asked.

I smiled. "I'm smarter than him by a mile. He learned the trick from me."

He sat down at his desk and motioned for me to sit in a chair in front of his desk. I moved and sat in the one on the left. "It was obvious you wanted to talk with me," he said.

"Really?"

Johns POV

Oh my god, he was hot. I really couldn't believe he was Mycofts brother. He seemed a lot nicer. Well seemed. I could see it in his eyes. Emotionless. Though I had succeeded in making him blush so maybe not so. "Really?"

I grinned. "You kept looking at me when arguing with your brother. You didn't want him there. Though it wasn't a surprise for you was it?" I asked.

He blinked. "Oh, I um." he coughed. Apparently, he wasn't used to someone talking to him like an equal. I had known about Mycroft's brother for a while, mostly by his constant complaining and terrible imitations. I knew he had a high position in the government. Mostly because sometimes Mycroft would start screaming at the poor guy on the phone about controlling street lights. He was trying to regain his composure. I also knew from his brother that he had a small crush on me. He mentioned it once. I hadn't expected this though. "Sorry I wanted to talk to you about Mycroft. If he's any trouble I can distract him."

I smiled. "Well, I don't know. How about we talk about it over dinner?" I said.

I almost clapped in glee when I made him blush again. He nodded. "Good," I said as I stood up and grabbed his arm. "Mycroft mentioned a restaurant that I really want to try. Come on."

I stood up and walked around my desk. I held out my hand for Sherlock to take. When he accepted it I pulled him out the door. This was going to be fun.

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If y'all ask I can make a second part.