John always seemed to find himself in a shabby nightclub every Saturday night since as long as he could remember. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he did think it may have had something to do with a certain flat mate.

This week John decided he would take a walk to the club situated near bow street.

As he stepped through the doors a wave of music thrummed through him. This will do, he told himself. There was no appeal to these sort of clubs, the flashing lights were disorientating but he would deal with it, like he always did.

The sweet aroma of alcohol beckoned him towards the bar, where a man in his early 30's was shaking up cocktails.
"Hey there. What can I get you?" he asked as John slumped down onto the stool. He was exhausted, not that solving cases wasn't great or anything.
"A whiskey please mate." John smiled as the man began filling up a glass with a bubbling fiery liquid. The bar tender had auburn hair and a pair of luscious forest green eyes that John could get lost in. There was only one problem, he wasn't Sherlock. So every saturday John would come to these night clubs to get away, to forget, for a night, the crushing feeling of unrequited love.

He downed the whiskey to the surprise of the bar tender- feeling more flirty and calmer after the liquid had finished gliding down his throat. Though unwanted tiredness began to infect him. John couldn't help but yawn and was beginning to think this whole thing was a bad idea. "Late night yesterday huh?" said the green eyed man.
"You could say that." John scratched his head and smiled remembering Sherlocks know it all smirk, as he'd deduced that the husband had not only cheated on the wife but had also left a string of broken hearts behind him, literally. The whole thing really was messy.

"And can I help you with that?" grinned the other man. "I'm Tom by the way." The blonde chuckled in reply.
"I'm John... What could you possibly do to wake me up?" Tom leaned across the tabletop until there was little space between them. "Oh. I've got a few ideas." John was about to press his lips to the other man's. Though a song blasted out of the speakers drawing his attention away. It was ACDC. He couldn't pass this up.

He turned back to Tom who now looked a tad bored and extremely confused.

"Oh, um sorry but I love this song. It was nice meeting you though..." Tom just smiled and watched as the other man walked away.

John moved towards the dance floor, he swayed with the bass lines. Being on the edge of the dance floor meant he was getting little action; he soon met eyes with a familiar sociopath. The black mop of hair moved towards him. "Hello John. I thought I'd find you here." he stated, eyes flicking over John's leather jacket and black trousers.

"Sherlock, why are you here? You know I come to places like these for a break." He fumed whilst the other man was still eyeing his attire.

"I know it's just. I need. I need you for a case." The sociopath bit and tugged at his lip. What a git, give a guy a break. John cursed under his breath.
"Seriously Sherlock? Fine. Fine. Let's just go." replied a pissed off John, knowing his argument would be invalid. He made for the exit but was stopped by a hand curled delicately around his wrist.

"Wait John. Please. I'm trying." He turned around.

"Trying to do what?" he questioned, followed by a deep sigh.

"Don't you understand? I'm trying to tell you how I feel. My feelings are insufficient. It's just. I can't go a minute without you any longer. You make me feel, John. I like feelings when it comes to you." John felt his cheeks heat up. "but Sherl-" he was interrupted.
"So I followed you and I saw you about to kiss that man. A terrible mistake really as he's obviously not looking for anything serious..." It was John's turn to interrupt;
" ...and what makes you think I do?"

"I don't think. I know." The other explained. John laughed, reminding himself why he was in love with such a smug bastard. "And I know I want you all for myself. I don't want to have to share. So let me try and-"

John stood on his tiptoes and pulled Sherlocks face towards his. Their lips met in a fit of passion. His fingers twirled through the other mans jet black hair. They fit together perfectly. When John pulled away Sherlock was out of breath and his mouth hung open. "You're the cleverest man I know but sometimes you're a right prat. I can't fall in love with anyone else when I'm completely smitten with you." Sherlock grinned from ear to ear, almost immediately.

"John Hamish Watson, I think I'll play ACDC more often if this is the result."

So this was my attempt at a tiny Johnlock fanfic. I hope you though it was cute :3 give it a star if you liked it:D -hippywitch