Sherlock sickfics!

Cold

     It was already a cold night. John and Sherlock were chasing after a suspect around 10:00 pm in London. Sherlock is running faster and leaving John a little behind. Nevertheless, they kept running.

     Around two hours later, the suspect was being pushed into the side of the police car before being cuffed and placed  in the back seat. Lestrade and the detective bantered for a while before Lestrade, and everyone else drives off, leaving Sherlock and John alone. 

    Since it was midnight, Sherlock decided that they should just walk home instead of getting a cab, if they could even get one at this time. Cabbies tend to be picky late at night who to pick up, especially if it was cold.

     So, they started walking. The boys weren't far from 221B, about 30 minutes walking distance, and it didn't feel very long since Sherlock was filling the silence the whole way. 

"Once we get home, we could start on the experiment to see if dead toes can grow fungus!"

"Or, we could just go to sleep."

"Yeah...that too, I guess.."

    While the detective kept talking in the background, John began thinking. He hoped Mrs. Hudson was still up because he could definitely go for a tea right now. She usually tried to stay up past her regular bedtime when the boys were out on a case, but they're really out this late, he wouldn't be surprised if she were asleep when they get home.

    About ten minutes into the walk, it began to ran. The rain felt like ice water being poured on them, and the wind started to pick up as if it was angry.

     John didn't have a coat like Sherlock. He left his at home thinking this would be quick and they'd get home long before the storm.

     John began to shiver, feeling the goosebumps on his arms as he drew them closer to his chest. Sherlock didn't seem to notice, to in his high of solving a case to give a shit about the cold rain, too busy talking about experiments he wants to do with tongues. 

      About ten more minutes into walking, the doctor being soaked to the bone and it still pouring, Sherlock finally looked over after noticing he hasn't been getting a response in quite some time and innocently asked.

"What's wrong?"

  And swear to god John never felt like becoming a suspect to a murder case more in his life.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because it's like 4c degrees, and it's fucking pouring, and I don't have a trademark coat."

"Oh."

    Sherlock didn't talk the rest of the way home, the silence only being filled by the rain. John felt terrible for ruining the detective's mood for getting angry. But he was freezing and wanted to get somewhere warm as fast as possible.

    Once they got inside, after John dropping the keys around five times because his hands were so cold, he couldn't hold the keys, and the detective had to step in eventually. To both of their surprises, the landlady was still up and waiting next to the steps after hearing the jungle of the lock.

Mrs. Hudson came and hugged Sherlock before pulling John in for one as well. But soon, she jumped back and touched his face with the back of her hand.

"Oh, goodness, John, you're freezing! Go upstairs and get comfortable and I'll make you tea and get you warmed up."

Sherlock started climbing up the stairs but before he got to the door of the flat Mrs. Hudson turned and yelled loud enough for him to hear her.

"And that goes for you too Sherlock, You're hairs soaked!"

     John didn't have the energy to argue with her, so instead, he began to make his way upstairs. Once he got there he saw Sherlock sitting on the couch with a mountain of blankets sitting beside him, and some wrapped around him like a burrito. The ex-army doctor sat next to his friend and put some of the blankets around him. He could hear Mrs. Hudson making tea in the background before she eventually came into the living area and lit the fireplace.

    Before long he felt a weight on his shoulder, and when he looked over he saw the detectives head resting there, his eye's closed and his breath even. The doctor smiled softly before tilting his head on Sherlocks and closed his eyes. He hoped Mrs. Hudson wouldn't be too mad that they wouldn't be drinking the tea she made.

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Hi! I know this is really bad but for some reason, my brain cells just forgot to function while I was writing this. But anyways, if you have ideas please tell me them and they'll most likely be featured because I'm not creative. But I hoped you liked it and hopefully I'll see you before like two months.

-Atlas :)