John/Sherlock

Saturday

[9:31am] Good morning, Mr Holmes.

[9:32am] Happy Birthday, Mr Watson.

[9:33am] How the hell did you know it was my birthday?

[9:33am] Well, why else would you be so enthusiastic at 9 o'clock in the morning?

[9:35am] You're amazing, Sherlock! You know that, right?

[9:38am] Sherlock?

[10:03am] Look on top of your fireplace.

[10:05am] You broke into my house?

[10:10am] Nice wrapping skills, I must say.

[10:16am] I like the bow.

[10:24am] I'm about to open it.

[10:25am] Should I wear protective gear?

[10:32am] Jesus, Sherlock.

[10:34am] You didn't have to.

[10:35am] You like it then?

[10:35am] Like it? I could kiss you!

~

Sunday

[12:08am] Are you busy?

[12:10am] Sherlock, it's midnight. What do you want?

[12:13am] Where are you?

[12:14am] I'm at home. In bed. Why?

[12:14am] I need your help.

[12:16am] Sherlock. I'm in bed.

[12:18am] So, see you at Baker Street in 5 minutes?

[12:19am] 5 minutes? I'm already there.

~

John stood on the side of the street, staring down at his phone. He was wearing his birthday present from Sherlock, a jumper. However much he loved the jumper, it didn't help to keep him warm.

As Sherlock walked down the street towards him, he suddenly felt sick. This was going to be the first time they had talked face to face. Was John really ready for that?

Sherlock was wearing a long black coat which flew behind him dramatically. His jet black hair seemed to bounce as he walked. As he got closer, John could finally see his facial features. He looked nothing like his brother. His sharp cheekbones were complimented by his cupid's bow lips. His bright, piercing eyes were like galaxies - easy to get lost in.

"Hello John." Sherlock said with a smile on his face.

John was caught off guard slightly by the deepness of his voice. He'd heard him talk before but it sounded deeper than he had remembered.

"Um... Yeah, hi." John cleared his throat, "Hi Sherlock."

There was an awkward silence as neither of the men knew what to say.

"Why Baker Street?" John asked suddenly.

"I know the landlady at 221B. I'm hoping to live there when I'm older."

Watson smiled to himself in the darkness when suddenly Sherlock started walking.

"This way." He instructed, heading towards the park.

~

Once the men had reached the park, Sherlock turned to face John.

"So... Our first conversation in person. You and me. Face to face." John said nervously pulling at his jumper sleeves.

"So it is." Sherlock replied, the wind muffling his response slightly, "Are you nervous?"

"No... Why, should I be?"

"It's funny." Sherlock took a step closer to John, towering over him.

John tried not to take a step back. He was clearly intimidated.

"Funny? Funny how?"

"Your jumper," Sherlock pointed out, "it's new. Wouldn't want to stretch that."

John stopped pulling at the sleeves and rested his hands by his sides. Damn, he was good.

~

"So..." John said crossing his arms, "You said you needed my help?"

Sherlock avoided eye contact, "Well... I thought it would be the only way to get you to come..."

John smirked and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could get a word out, his phone went off in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked his messages.

-1 message-
-Greg-
How's your boyfriend? ;) -GL

"Who's that?" Sherlock asked.

John blushed slightly as he hid his phone from the boy next to him.

"Oh, just my friend checking up on me."

"You told people about this?" Sherlock sounded worried suddenly.

"You could've been a murderer."

"I still could. Anyway, you know me!"

"In my defence, I'd never spoken to you in person."

"Well... Now you have." Sherlock muttered, "So are you having a good time?"

"As a matter of fact, I am." John replied happily.

~

The men walked around the park talking about nothing and everything. The cold John felt suddenly seemed to vanish in Sherlock's presence.

They spotted a small wooden bridge which stretched across a river. They stopped in the middle of it and leant on the barriers like something out of a film.

John spotted some small particles floating in the sky. They danced in the air around them.

"Fireflies?" John asked hopefully.

"Dust." Sherlock corrected, smiling down at him.

They returned to looking out over the river when John decided to bring up the subject Sherlock had clearly been avoiding all night.

"Have you ever been in a relationship?"

Sherlock thought for a suitable response, "Relationships? Mmm, not really my area."

"So you've never had a girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Boyfriend?"

Holmes shook his head.

"Would you like one?"

Sherlock's eyes widened slightly as John desperately tried to dig himself out of the hole he'd just dug for himself.

"I-I m-mean..." John stuttered, "I can find you someone... I-if you'd like..."

"No thanks..." Sherlock replied allowing John time to exhale in relief. "What about you then?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"One."

"Oh?"

"With a girl called Molly."

"What happened?" Sherlock asked, trying and failing to sound interested.

John noticed but continued anyway. "We just grew apart."

"Nope."

John looked up at Sherlock, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well... I broke up with her."

Sherlock looked back down at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," John returned his gaze to the river, "she broke up with me."

"Why? Oh don't tell me. Was it Jim?"

"Jim?"

"Jim Moriarty?"

"Oh. The biker. Everyone fancies him because of his leather jacket and criminal record."

Sherlock chuckled to himself making his pale cheeks turn red. The wind blew his hair out of his face so that John could admire him once more.

"What?" John asked, biting his lip nervously.

"Everyone?"