When can I see you again? Johnlock AU

Very hard ~

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. Maybe that's what you do as a doctor.

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.

"I was not" Sherlock remarks, sounding now slightly angry.

"Sure, that's why you are blushing" Mycroft answers nonchalant. Alright, didn't expect Sherlock to be blushing. Meanwhile, I hear a whisper from Lestrade sounding like 'cute'. Can't deny that these two acting like real siblings is cute...

They should see Harry and me. I even lost a tooth once while biting her. There was never a day without a single dop of tears or blood.

"I am not" Sherlock answers.

"Childish, childish, my dear brother. We both know you did, so where is the problem to just admit that this thought of mine made you embarrassed? Is it true that you did think about other appearances of John? It is, isn't it?" I don't need to see Mycroft's smirk, you could also hear it from five miles away.

I chuckle a little. It's funny to see how easily Sherlock got outplayed. Kind of adorable how he denies it.

I slightly tap around, trying to not gain Lestrades attaintion and escape their hawk eyes. As I said, I am a stupid and foolishly pround being. Finally scratching the rough wood of the chair with my fingertip I start to move. Very carefully I heave myself up and place myself on the chair. Like in a claw machine.

You may laugh, but that's how I operate sometimes. I was a pro in these machines.

It also helps me to separate me from everything. Gain a little rest, a little silence. That's all I need. I just want peace and everyone to ignore me. I don't want their pity. Their eyes clawing flesh from me. Like wolves. I despise it.

Now that I think about it, I always hated being looked at. I can't stand judging looks. Checking if I act according to the rules. Like that one time...

(A/N) and here I am with my cliffhanger lmao, I am such an ass XD anyway I hope y'all enjoyed it. I have holidays now so hopefully I update more often. 

STAY SAFE AND HEALTY <3