- John Watson is not helpless.
- John Watson can take care of himself, thank you very much.
- John Watson is a soldier, a fighter, and a very intelligent man.
- John Watson is far more than just capable, and Sherlock Holmes knows this better than anyone.
“Will you bring me my pills… They are in the drawer of my desk. But…’ John looked at him imploringly. “Please, try not to look into it, just find… Oh, it’s all so complicated!” He digged in his pocket for a second and gave Sherlock a small key.
“Yes fine I can do that. You rest.” Sherlock gets the bottle of pills and brings them back to his friend, “would you like a glass of water to take them?”
John tried to move his leg, but it was only shooting pain instead.
“Agrh! Fuck!” He screamed and lean his head towards the sofa’s back.
“Sherlock! My leg, it’s happen again!”
“John..” Sherlock sighs and helps him put his leg up. Truthfully he hated to see his friend in so much pain he places an arm around John’s shoulders to try and comfort him. “How can I help?”
6:00.John opened his eyes and stretched. He forgot to draw the curtains tomorrow, and now the sun was shining brightly straight to his face. He yawned and squinted.
“Sherlock?”
He rubs his eyes “Yes John?” trying to hide his face in a pillow.
John smiled and esily passed his hand trough the Sherlock’s hair. “You are welcome…” He wispered and close his eyes too.
Yawns and begins to drift to sleep “John…? Don’t move I’m comfortable.”
“Embarassing?!” John look dearly at the man. “Sherlock, look at me. It’s NOT. You are fucking Sherlock Holmes! You are genius! And this gossips just shouldn’t bothering you! If you dont want to… to have a sex, you just dont do this. There’s absolutely nothing than you can be ashamed of!”
Sherlock wraps an arm around John and holds him closely “Thank you…” he shuts his eyes and curls up on the couch still holding him.
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John ended typing and turned his face towards Sherlock. “So…” His gaze slidded across the his face. “It’s hot here, isn’t it?” He tried to change his positin but Sherlock was too close to him to do it safely.
“Try to gues, which quote is the favourite among my readers.”
“Hm, tell me.” Sherlock resting his head on John’s shoulder.
“It’s when Iren Adler called Mycroft and you “the virgin and the ice man”. I didn’t want to write this in my blog, ‘couse I don’t think that is funny, but I was have to in order to write coherently. And now it’s become too popular.”
John fetched a sigh and only then recognithed that Sherlocks head was rested on his soulder.
“John… no one needs to know that…” Sherlock blushes and hides his face in John’s shoulder. “That is so embarrassing!”
John ended typing and turned his face towards Sherlock. “So…” His gaze slidded across the his face. “It’s hot here, isn’t it?” He tried to change his positin but Sherlock was too close to him to do it safely.
“Try to gues, which quote is the favourite among my readers.”
“Hm, tell me.” Sherlock resting his head on John’s shoulder.
