Love is Just an Experiment (John Watson/Sherlock Holmes)

Love is Just an Experiment

Hi Sophanators and other readers!

Finally, I decided to write my own Johnlock story. This is for a contest on tumblr that I saw. It's a holiday themed Johnlock story since it's that time of year again. The length of this fic is just over 4,600 words. I hope you all like it as much as I do. You have no idea the amount of work and dedication I put into writing this oneshot. I just want to say a quick thank you to my friends Candice, Jolie, and Hailey for helping me with this and giving me the strength, motivation, and help to get this piece of art as perfect as I could make it. I really hope I win the contest with this story. If not, it was totally worth it to write this, I had an absolute blast working with these characters and perfecting how to capture each one's personality! Again, I hope you all like it, and give me some feedback on if you want me to write anymore Johnlock stories! I will happily take any requests or prompts if you have any, just leave them for me in the comments! Don't forget to comment, vote, and fan me!

Sophie Horan Tomlinson Irwin Hood Malfoy Grimes Holmes xxxxxx

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Love is Just an Experiment

Johnlock Oneshot

Sherlock strategically waited behind the door, as Molly entered the room. She jumped when she saw his reflection in the stainless steel door. "What are you doing here?" Molly asked.

"Looking for you. I need your help with something. An experiment, if you will," Sherlock replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Why not ask, John? I'm sure he'd be perfectly happy to help you," Molly said, glancing at Sherlock wearily. "Because it involves John," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes as if the answer had been obvious.

"What about him, exactly?" Molly asked curiously. "I have a hypothesis about John, and I want to test it. To prove my hypothesis is correct though, I need you to act as my girlfriend."

"You want me to be your girlfriend?" Molly asked, a blush crossing her cheeks. "Not my real girlfriend. A fake one," Sherlock clarified. How this wasn't blatantly obvious was something Sherlock couldn't quite grasp. Was everything always so hard for other people to understand?

"And how will that help prove anything?" Molly questioned. "It just will. Meet me at Baker Street tomorrow evening," Sherlock said, turning around and leaving before Molly could reply.

"What if I'm going Christmas shopping tomorrow?" Molly asked, but it was too late. Sherlock was already gone.

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"What do you mean you're busy? You don't have a single case," John stated, rather confused at Sherlock's statement.

"I'm busy tonight. If you are so desperate for milk, go to the store and buy some," Sherlock replied, not taking his eyes off of his laptop. "Honestly, do you ever pull your weight around here?" John huffed as he grabbed a coat.

"It's cold outside, might need gloves," Sherlock said, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Great deduction, Sherlock. Really. Spectacular observational skills you've got there," John snapped.

John glanced out the window. Sure enough, it was snowing. Sighing, he did as Sherlock had said, and grabbed a pair of gloves. "Wallets in the kitchen next to the glass of eyes," Sherlock said.

"Shut up," John said, even though his voice held a lot less malice than it had a few moments ago. "I swear to God, when I get back I'm finding you a case. I cannot take it when you go this long without one. You're awful when you're bored," John moaned, grabbing his wallet.

John wasn't surprised when Sherlock didn't reply. "Right then, I'm off," John stated. Sherlock didn't reply. "Living with you is a nightmare," John said on his way out, his tone bordering on affectionate.