When can I see you again? Johnlock AU

Only an apron?!

"Sherlock, dear brother if mine,can you please quit being so childish? It is truly despicable."

Instead of an answer the man who titles himself as Sherlock's brother gets another pair of laughter.

Huh?! What have I missed. Missed with my eagle eyes.

Welp, maybe my height is at fault. Cause I  also haVEN'T GROWN TILL THEN.

The poor brother of Sherlock sighs. He seems to be a bit taken aback. And I mean who wouldn't be? After all his bother and some retard are laughing their ass off because of him.

He actually tries to calm us several times until he gives up completely.

It's hard to judge because I did not take a good look at the clock for ages, but I guess it's been 15 minutes. At least.

However we're calm now. Yay.

Suddenly I hear a shuffle on my right side.

Huh?! What the freak is going on now?

Weird that I didn't see anything with my eagle eyes.

" Well, what brings you here?"Sherlock puts a lot of emphasis on the you. Sherlock's dark voice hovers above. Oh, so he just got up. Makes sense. And damn! How tall is this beansprout? I mean yes I am a hobbit, I now, but this tall. This is just unAcCepTabLe!

Unfair if I might add.

Wow, I guess their brotherly bond is not so good.
Not that me and Harry are a teeny-tiny tip better.

Man, our mother sometimes felt like beast tamer.

I still bite her in arguments even though I should be an 'adult'. Trust me, all this adult talk is just bullshit.
I still feel like I'm in puperty laughingabout every word you can understand wrong.

"You see, I heard from one of my sources-"

"You mean the baker? Or Lestrade?" Sherlock sneered. I look from the place I think where Sherlock is to his brother's place and back. IF they are at a completely different place then I am fucked.

They will be like: why he shaking? Is he nuts?

Yes. Yes I think I am

You are.

Thanks voice. Should I name you? How about... Asshole? Aww, now they're hurt.

Yet another sigh. "Yes, it was the baker, well he-"

"I knew it! I knew he was a snitch. Of course it couldn't be Lestrade. You are too shy to talk to him." Something bumping and more shuffling lets me believe that Sherlock does a little dance. Cute. He is so happy to have guessed right...

Wait! Nononononon he is not cute. That's not what I meant. His action were a little bit adorable. Only a little bit. Not him. No. not even in the slightest. Definitely not cute!

"Sherlock, will you please let me finish my sente-"

"But the butcher is also suspicious. Very suspicious if you ask me. Just yesterday he wore an umbrella"

How the hell does this have anything to do with him being a spy or whatever for his brother?

What kind of brother is this anyway? If you wanna know about your brother then just ask him, you idiot. Are you that distant from each other?! Even Harry and I talk occasionally. Duh.

"Sherlock."

"... so he used the knife to open up the vent and then..." Sherlock mumbled along. Pretty loud though. Does he want us to know how perfect and clever he is? Urgh.

"Sherlock."

"... but why the vet... he must have...."

"Sherlock!" His brother seems more annoyed now. Damn, Sherlock does have a talent to rise somebody up the match. At least I reckon his brother to be pretty reserved and calm.

Guess I will help him out the.

"Shhhhhlooooock." I say, not even shouting but loud enough to be heard.

Sherlock's head shoots up. He seems to lock his eyes with mine. Haha, yes know he got my fisheye look. Why didn't he notice that I am blind till now again? Stupid genius.

"What?" He seems offended. Instead of answering, I just chuckle.

"Let your brother at least speak to you. He tried to, you know?"

"I start to wonder now, ", his brother perks up "Who is the carer of whom in here? John seems to have you under more control than your own mother."

"Shut it, Mycroft" Sherlock says. I wonder though, why did his voice slightly stutter? Since I cannot read expressions I am used to listening to voices and there tunes.

Must be anger, I shrug to myself. Whatever.

"Oh really? Why do you blush then" Man, I can hear Mycroft's smugness from here.

"If that's how you want to play it then so be it." I hear Sherlock move towards Mycroft. "How about a welcoming hug then? Dear brother."

"OH NO! Don't you dare come near me in that – in that attire!

"Sherlock no, don't.

"I'm... I'm warning you."

Instead of stopping Sherlock just gets closer, inching forward probably, because he takes baby steps. But why is his brother so against it?

OH... shit is he. Is Sherlock only in an apron there? Just like in the movies? Oh hell yeah, I wanna see that. Like really bad. I want to see Sherlock in general too.

How he looks like.

Sometimes I just touch the person. Sounds weird, I know. However it is exactly what I say, I touch the face of the person and feel where there nose and everything is located at. I sense their face with my hands. And that can get awkward, really awkward.
Plus I need to look out for their eyes. Don't wanna stick the on my fingers.

I don't think the people would want that too...

So I was just sitting here with a half-naked man in only an apron? I am cursed! Why am I deemed to be blind?!

Because you deserved it. You are not worth the gift of sight.

Not that I wanted to see it or anything...

(A/n) haha, I lived, bitch XD nooo I am really sorry guys, I didn't want to make you wait, but I somehow always have little writers blocks while I am writing this story D: 

Don't worry though, I will still continue it. In fact I already finished two more chapters that I'm gonna post a bit later