When can I see you again? Johnlock AU

White

"John is actually a hedhoge in my Zoo" Lestrade says. "Sherlock temporary helps me take care of this little troublemaker. He does not let anyone get close to him, except for Sherlock... However it is possible that anyone might take a liking into that one" Lestrade finally answers

"I understand, it's hard to look beside the brick of unsocialness." I answer him.

Lestrade appears to be nodding knowingly. But how should I know?

So Sherlock takes care of an hedhodge? That's... surprising. And kind of cute.

NO. Not cute, not at all. I just, uhhhhhh, meant suprising. Yep, not in another way.

"Is that why you took such a liking to your new little patient?" Mycroft chuckles in amusement

"Oi, hold your horses! I am not little!"

Silence hits me like a truck again.

"At least not in age" I pout, obviously not happy to admit my hobbit like state. Though I might not act like a proper adult right now either

"I was already afraid that you have suddenly gone blind, John." Sherlock fires back at me.

To be honest, that was the trigger for me and Lestrade. We started to shake violently and laughed waaaay to hard. I even hear Mycroft chuckle. Man, how can he be so clueless. And here we have it: a genius, ladies and gentlemen yet completly ignorant about the truth.

"I'm afraid I did" I shoot back at him completely serious this time. To be fair, I just 'foucused' my eyes at a random blob of darkness. And that blob might be very far away from Scherlock's eyes. I mean I can anticipate the location of Sherlock at least through hearing.
I learned that before I was blind too...
I remember. The screams. The noises. The ringing. The-
'Let's stop here' I cut myself (off).

Jokes on you of couse I don't... Haha....

Anyway, I look dead serious right now. I swear. Very serious. Much business.
No crackling, no. I pull of this kind of joke perfectly.

I am just laying on the floor to inspect it. Nothing wrong with that.

And I hold my stomach because I just experience sudden pain. I have no Idea why.

Probably not because of my laughter. I would NEVER laugh so hard to hold my stomach.

I pledge not guilty!

Alright, I surrender. I give up, I screwed up the joke immensely. I started to laugh after a few seconds of silence.

It was just too good, okay? That's like a tea in front of a British someone. I SWEAR. Worst thing that could happen would be Americans in there... because of the boston tea party, you know?

Not funny, I get it. I can already hear you shout 'shut up, nerd'

Sherlock clears his throat, anticipating for me to get quiet. And for Lestrade, he is actually worse than me.

I can just her his laughter from somewhere close to me, probably crying slightly and huffing.

Another throat clearer comes after a few minutes. Even though we still don't budge, our laughter have already decreased. Hard to believe we are actual grown-ups.

Very hard indeed.

I chuckle slightly, because of the 'hard'. What are you John? A teenager?!

Well apparently, since my laughter grows bigger pushing gravity onto me once more.

"Lestrade." Wow, Sherlock seems mildly annoyed. Probably, because he did not get all the attention he wanted. Drama queen deluxe.

Finally, after what seemed ours to Sherlock, but were only a few minutes, we quiet down.

"Ah, yes... second" Lestrade huffs slightly still panting a little bit. I can't help to smirk a little. Hehe, remember this Mycroft, you will get to see it a lot in the future. I have already made plans for you two.

"Okay, so how many vitamins does John need for next month?" Lestrade asks. Sounds like a math question to me where you then need to calculate the amount... this is pure horror, might be worse than my life.

"He will need at least ..." Sherlock starts to ramble on and on. To be honest I stopped listening after 3 words, the math idea brought me back to math lessons and I always zoned out of those.

Therefore, I just chilled my life, looked around the room. I like the interior. A little edgy and all the colours seem the same, but still. Black is the new white, right?

White was always the worst colour. Though it is not really a colour but whatever.

I just remember that seeing white in the army meant something was wrong.

The person wearing it was either dumb, since the white will get dirty in a few seconds, or lazy, since they did not get dirty. Oh, and have I mentioned that no one talks with them? Because those who wear white die the fastest...

I always broke that unspoken rule. Much to my demise.

The other time white could occure was around you. Hospital, normally the worst place to be as a soldier. Because that means one thing: you got shot.

Luckily I never got to see that. I broke the rule again, haha.

You can only break.

"Great, thanks Sherlock" Lestrade's voice interrupts me. Sherlock is finally done? Nice. Not that I enjoyed his voice in the background. Or that it comforted me.

"John, should I help you sit down again?" Lestrade asks me. That's very nice, you're a very nice men indeed so props to you. There's just one problem: me.

Yourself.

You are me so shut up, you hate on yourself now.

"Thanks Lestrade, but I think I will be able to do that" I gently smile. Yes, I am still too proud to accept help.

"Who do you think is the carer here, brother? That dear friend of his or you?" Mycroft playfully asks, at least I hope playfully, to Sherlock who just scroffs at him.

"Well, I think we all know that, brother" Sherlock spitefully addresses Mycroft. Top-notch comedy.

"Calm down you guys, I just asked as a friend." Lestrade tries to ease the tension. Give up, my dear friend, There is nothing you can do. If you need to then take you future hubbies side though.

"I am just remarking how utterly dense he is. You're apparently not that observant are you? Or were you distracted by other thoughts?" Mycroft teases Sherlock again. 

(A/N) Yeee I finally did it uwu and exams are already so close agaiiiiin TwT 

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