It was Around about the middle of winter. Rain pouring down and turning the remnants of the snow into a muddy slush. This slushy mud mixture sloped and splashed as two people do their best to sprint through It.
This little chase had been going for a good five minutes now and Sherlock Holmes was getting board. With a burst of energy he dashed towards the man filling the few meter gap with ease. And at the last second he tackles him down into the cold mud.
The frankly gross concoction of icey mud quickly soaks through their clothing but Sherlock ignores that as he clasps the freezing metal handcuffs around the man's wrists.
Just as Sherlock is heaving the man up to haul over to lestrade he feels a shiver run down his spine. The chill from the muddy snow finally fully soaking through to his skin. He shakes it of and pushes the criminal to lestrade.
"Hear you are Gavin" he says. Lestrade sighs.
"Its greg" he mutters with an nod of appreciation.
"C'mon Sherlock we should get home and changed out of these wet clothes before one of us catches a cold or the flu." John says grabbing onto Sherlocks arm and dragging him off to hail a cab as they get into said cab Sherlock sneezes. With a sigh john pouts
"Unless you already have a bilmming cold, honestly Sherlock you need to look after your health better" john says with a caring but exhausted tone.
Once the cab stops outside of 221b and they get out Sherlock had already begun to lose color in his face a red tinge on his nose and a drowsy look to his eyes. John helps him up to the living room where he sets him into his chair.
"John, I don't feel to good?" Sherlock mumbles his eyes drifting shut momentarily.
"I know Sherlock, let me take your temperature quickly then you can get changed and rest in bed." John says walking into the kitchen.
He picks up his first aid kit and pulls out a thermometer. Filling the only clean cup he could find with water.
"Alright mate sit up for me" John says sitting in his own seat shuffling forwards to the edge. He places the thermometer into Sherlocks mouth and sets the mug of water on the Side table. Once the small beep comes from the thermometer telling John he can take it back he looks at Sherlocks temperature.
"You don't have a fever so it could just be a cold. Your gonna have to stay dry and warm it should pass anywhere between a few days and a few weeks." John tells Sherlock placing the thermometer on the table and standing from his seat.
"Right c'mon you gotta get out of those clothes mate" John says. Sherlock raise and eyebrow.
"I already told you I was not interested in a relationship John why would I then sleep with you?" Sherlock says. A bright red blush covers John's face as he runs a hand through his hair. Flustered he frowns
"I didn't mean like that I mean you are soaked to the bone Sherlock not only are you getting your chair wet from sitting on it you are freezing and you need to change into something warm and dry. So hurry up" he says avoiding eye contact.
"Oh I see. So you did not mean it as you wish to see me with out my clothing on?" He asks. I frown and let out a small groan.
"No not particularly fond of that idea at the moment" I says with a huff.
"Oh sorry I didn't... I should probably have though that through before I opened my bloody mouth" Sherlock says his face slightly red as he accepts the pjs I held out to him. He goes to get changed and I sigh.
"I don't mind" I murmur to my self. Once Sherlock returns I point to his Bedroom.
"Right well you stay hear get to bed and rest. I'm going to run down to the shops and get some medicine" I say putting my wallet and keys into my pocket. Sherlock just walks down to his bedroom and hums a response.
(Sherlock pov)
I wait there for five minutes then as soon as the door shuts I sit up. Slightly dizzy and disorientated from the illness I walk up to John's room- An activity which is done often when john is out- And opening my flatmates closets I Pull out one of the knitted jerseys I would never admit to liking outloud pulling the fabric over my head and then returns to my room. Snuggling back into the bed I pull my nose into the jersey breathing in the scents which I can only realy describe as john. A sudden feeling of discomfort forms in the pit of my stomach. Lunging up I run to the bathroom ignoring the slight thump of a headache coming along with slight dizziness. Falling to my knees in front of the toilet. With a small gag but nothing else I rock back to perch on my toes. Using the sink I pull myself up and huff in slight annoyance. I walk back to my room sniffling back a runny nose. Once back in my room I walk to one end of the room then sharply turn on my heal and walk back. I keep Repeating this rhythmic sharp pacing for a while. So focused on my thoughts that I dont hear the front door shuting downstairs. Or the shout from John to inform me that he had returned. Instead of hearing this and letting it sink in I just continued my steady pacing.
"Sherlock? What...what are you doing?"
This small question is what finally alearts me to John's presence. I Open my mouth to answer but then closes it and start paving again.
"Is that my jumper!?" John says confused.
"Yes" I reply blatantly in a board tone.
"Ok let me try that again. Why have you got my jumper on Sherlock? And please stop pacing you should be resting in bed" John asks with genuine concern.
I look up to him with a frown. Walking to my heap of blankets called a bed I crawl on and snuggle under the warm covers.
"Happy?" I ask annoyed.
"Almost you still haven't answered why your wearing my jumper?" John says rolling his eyes.
"Its warm and.... it smells nice" I say hiding my head from him so he does not see the light pink tinge dusting my pale cheeks. With my back to him I can't see but I feel his eyes on me. then as I'm rubbing my temples to sooth the head ache still pounding behind my eyes I feel the mattress dip down. Warmth engulfs my back as arms wrap around my chest. I stare down at his hands fiddling over my heart. "I was wondering why they all smelt like you" he says smirking into my back. I turn to look at him as he spoons me.
"J-John?" I call out to him a small wavering to my voice.
"Hmm Yeah Sherlock?"he asks in a small murmur.
"My head hurts, will you be my doctor, John watson" I say rolling over in his arms.
"I know our relationship so far has been strictly platonic, John. but I think I might have lied about not wanting a relationship with you. I care for you please could you care for me?" I ask placing one hand on his cheek.
"Ok" he says sleepily.
"Please John, promise me you won't leave me alone...I don't want to be a lone anymore" I say a small tear slipping down my cheek.
"I promise Sherlock, I love you" he says moving slightly and placing a small kiss on by forehead. I smile and wrap my arms around him.
"I love you to, I'd be lost without my doctor, my blogger, MY John watson"