Johnastian Oneshots

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(Uhh tw for Season 4)
(Also I might make this a full fic but I'm still working on two others so...I'm writing the basic idea down to write later!)
(It's moreso implied but...)

John stared at the information on his computer screen, rereading the words over and over in pure shock. Dishonorable discharge? Attacked by a tiger...? None of those things sounded like the man he knew. He was a good man, a man who knew what he wanted, a man who could get everything if he truly wanted to. The man he...

"John!"

Hurriedly, the doctor closed his laptop. He didn't want Sherlock to know about the name he typed hastily into the search bar. Besides, there was no way he could find the man. Even if he could, what if his presence wasn't wanted? What if he was forgotten anyway? They weren't a big deal back then, just a way to release steam. No strings attached, right?

Stepping out of his bedroom, John could now hear the sound of Rosie crying. An annoyed Sherlock held the crying toddler, waiting for the young girl's father to take her away. Chuckling, the doctor gladly held his daughter, his 'baby talk voice' reassuring her. The child quickly calmed down, pressing her still so small hands against John's cheeks.

"I'm gonna take her out on a quick shopping run, do you need anything?"

The detective shrugged, which most likely meant that he didn't need anything from the store due to the fact that grocery stores don't carry whatever he needs for experiments. The doctor carried his daughter back to his room to get her dressed and to get the baby holder. It was sometimes hard to wear it with his shoulder, but he could survive a shopping trip.

With Rosie secure and dressed in her favorite red striped shirt and matching pants, the family was able to catch a bus to get the short list of things needed. But John's mind kept venturing back to him. His heart sank slightly, remembering the smile of sunshine that man could beam, the soft ginger waves that never could be tamed, the rough, passionate voice...
The doctor shook his head slightly, pushing the thoughts away.

The bus soon stopped and John was quick to pay and step off. The thoughts of that man kept popping in his head as he wandered the aisles. There wasn't much he needed from the store, but Rosie adored going to the store. It'd be nice to spend time with her, even if it was a mundane thing like shopping. John tried not to think too much about the discovery from earlier or bittersweet memories.

Basher.

The nickname popped in his mind like a slap to the brain. He came up with that nickname, he could remember. Laying together after a quick round, cracking jokes and laughing. Those ginger waves still were fluffy despite the glimmer of sweat. That voice was deeper, sweeter...happier. John loved seeing the man happy. Loved making the man happy. It was a joke of a nickname really; it was a contest of who could make a goofier nickname.

What did he make up for me?

John couldn't remember. He felt a stab to the chest at that, desperately trying to remember what nickname spilled from caramel flavored lips. He couldn't remember what made him even think of "Basher", his heart aching further. Maybe finding the man wouldn't be a bad thing. Fond memories could be talked about...some catching up would be nice.

Maybe it'd be nice to have something who probably wouldn't deduce his feelings to hang around with...