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Yet another headcanon I absolutely believe to be facts. But, let's make it Johnlock because why would I want it any other way?

Although John had crippling PTSD from the war, he couldn't deny he had picked up a lot of useful skills from it. He also couldn't deny he had picked up a lot of not so useful skills from his time serving. Sherlock had managed to deduce every single one of his military skills within a few minutes of the two meeting, but one had gone under the radar for quite some time.

That was because it was a very useless skill John possessed that he very rarely needed or used, but it was a fun one to mention now and again. It just hadn't come up in conversation with Sherlock yet, but boy when it did he wanted it to be a surprise. That's why when the two were on a case taking them into a dark field in the middle of the night, Sherlock was in for a treat.

"Just a little further John, I know it's here somewhere." Sherlock whispered as he trudged through the gooey marsh followed by his blogger, knee deep in wet mud. "I should sure hope so." He retorted spitefully, having lost feeling in all his toes hours before from so much walking. They arrived at a slope leading down to an open field, a car parked sluggishly in the centre with a few men leaning against it talking loudly.

The detective crouched behind a shrub with John just behind him, both of them peaking out and watching what looked like a drug deal take place. Sherlock opened his hand out, the shorter man cocking a pistol and placing it on his palm. "Right, on my mark, aim for the ones in the red bandannas. They're the ones we need to bring in." He stated and watched for Johns nod.

As they planned, they fired together and hit as many of the drug lords as they could, letting the other participants scuttle into the car and drive away hastily. Just as John lowered his gun, he was caught off guard by a shot nailing him in the shoulder, presumably shot by one of the get away drivers. He held his breath and muffled his scream, as he'd been taught to do before, settling on the ground and holding his wound.

Sherlock kept him in his corner of his eye as he focused on driving away the rest of the dealers, throwing the gun down quickly and kneeling beside John. He was wheezing and groaning, trying with all his might not to scream out- as Sherlock had deducted. He put his hand under his chin and forced him to look up, a soft look in his eyes. "It's okay, you don't have to be quiet, they're gone." He said quietly.

John's eyes were wet and glossy, the detective could tell he was a few breaths away from passing out completely. "Merde, cachu, scheisse, follame, chết tiệt.." Sherlock looked down at his friend with complete confusion. Those weren't English, he could tell by his tone he was most probably swearing- but in multiple different languages? He shook his head and wrapped the wound up tightly, calling Greg on his phone.

"John? John can you hear me?" Sherlock asked as the shorter man began to calm down, the colour returning to his face. He nodded slowly, sitting up and looking over the hedges at the fields. "They're gone, we got the ones we needed. Scotland Yard will come and get them any minute now." He said, John nodding again. They got to their feet and headed down the steep slope, the taller man keeping his arm near John at all times.

It was quiet for a bit between them, just the sound of dirt and grass under their feet and birds flying in the sky above them. "I didn't know you were multilingual." John turned to look at his friend with a smirk, not meeting eyes with the obviously bashful detective who was clearly annoyed he hadn't been able to work that out. "I'm- I'm not actually." He giggled, watching Sherlock's face turn.

John just smiled and laughed for a while, letting himself enjoy such a lost Sherlock Holmes fumbling for conclusions. "I can swear fluently in 9 languages." He admitted, the detective raising his brows and sighing. He couldn't stop the little smile that slipped his lips, his blogger smirking back. "Wow, 9 different languages?" Sherlock asked with a sarky tone. He had to admit he was glad John wasn't actually multilingual, as he would've never forgiven himself if he'd missed that.

He nodded proudly. "Yep, learned them all in the war. You meet some interesting people." He thought back to himself sitting behind a wooden fence in the pouring rain wet through and scared for the gunshots to finally fire, listening to one of his fellow soldiers whimper several swears in German to himself. Over the course of his time serving he met a few people would were bilingual, and he'd always make sure to pick up a new swear.

He had 9 under his belt, and was just annoyed he hadn't got more whilst he had the chance. "That's very impressive." Sherlock said, snapping John out of his gaze. "It is?" He asked, taken slightly off guard by Sherlock Holmes issuing a free compliment. The taller man nodded, checking for his friends reaction and smiling when it was met with blush. "Cheers." John said as they reached the bottom, a feeling entering the pit of his stomach he found oddly familiar.

He wanted to reach up and kiss his sharp cheekbones, to hug him around the waste and comb his hands through his curly hair. Where had this come from? He was almost scared by the sudden feeling, having to look away from Sherlock quickly to avoid acting on it. The detective cracked a smile, knowing full well how he was feeling. Not only could he deduct it from his large pupils and red cheeks, but he could feel it himself.

"It's alright to be flustered John, I know I was the first time I felt it."
"Felt what?"
"Love."
"Oh, when did you first feel that?"

Sherlock lent down and pressed his lips to Johns, savouring the moment but making sure not to overdo it. He pulled back and smiled softly. "First time i looked at you." He strutted off into the field towards the police cars that'd just started pulling up, lighting the darkness with red and blue lights. John stood completely frozen, his face hot and flushed.

"o kurwa kocham go..."

Hope u enjoyed this mess! I swear I'm running out of Johnlock ideas, who would've thought that could ever happen? Anyway, leave requests n stuff like normal! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯◕‿◕