After You *Fanfic. Oneshot*
Title: After You
Author: cat_2worlds
Rating: PG
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: I own the idea, the fanfiction and that's it :)!
Summary: Watson has tried many times to be nice to Holmes in order to make him understand he loves him... But this time, will it be a 36th failure?
Author's Notes: I might start another fanfic *a multiple chapters one* on the same subject if I got people asking me for it :)!.... *hint hint winks winks ;)*
After You
Watson had been waiting for this date a long time. It wasn’t exactly a date, it was more of an appointment in a cozy place to talk thoroughly of their new case, but Watson liked to think it was one.
He had understood some time ago that he was in love with Sherlock Holmes and he tried to let the concerned one know by leaving some subtle hints, but Sherlock being Sherlock he never got one out of the 35 ones he had tried.
Watson sighed. “That man is way too concentrated on his cases!”
He pouted, hands in his coat’s pockets, waiting for Sherlock to finally arrive at their secret and delicious meeting point.
“Well, see it that way : It’s pretty much useful for when we get clients, but obviously not for my heart…” he kept on thinking.
And then, on the other side of the street, he saw a shadowed figured quickly walking towards him, hands in his black coat’s pockets.
“Hello, Watson.” Said the shadowy form in a courteous voice, finally arrived before his companion.
“ Hi! You are 5 minutes late.” Watson said, fakily moralist and hurt.
“No, Watson. I am 5 minutes early.” Replied Holmes in a somewhat firm and hurt voice.
Watson frowned and gave a quick glance at his wristwatch; he was sure Sherlock was late… Anyways, there was no need to argue with that man for he’d sure lose in less than a few seconds.
As he noticed Sherlock stretching out his arm towards the restaurant’s doorknob, he rushed on it, turned the knob and pulled the door open.
“After you!” cooed Watson, still keeping the door open.
Sherlock shot him a weird look. It was almost as if he thought he was insane, then he rocked on his feet, his hands still in his pockets and said:
“You know, the “after you” formality is used with women mostly and I, on the other hand Watson, am a man. So there’s no need to use it with me!”
Watson was shocked. Simply shocked. He had thought to make a good move, and there he was being turned down by Sherlock’s brains and seriousness.
“Looks like now it’s 36 failures for me…” sadly thought Watson.
Sherlock, as he passed through the nicely opened door, muttered a “thank you” which gave Watson a cute little smile.
As soon as they entered the restaurant, Sherlock made a dash for the farthest and still free table. Watson just walked slowly, used to his friend’s weirdness as he politely smiled to the other clients while being on his way to meeting him.
He sat down and reached for the menu. None of them said a word until…
Holmes cleared his throat, gave many inquisitive looks, then said in a low voice: “ The…erm…Just so you know I…err… appreciated your previous gesture.”
They both looked straight at each other, then Watson was in the process of opening his mouth in order to say something…
“The one which you held the door opened for me… Thank you.” Sherlock quickly added, before faking to take a huge interest in his menu.
Watson smiled widely and thought happily: “Maybe not 36th failure after all…”
Author: cat_2worlds
Rating: PG
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: I own the idea, the fanfiction and that's it :)!
Summary: Watson has tried many times to be nice to Holmes in order to make him understand he loves him... But this time, will it be a 36th failure?
Author's Notes: I might start another fanfic *a multiple chapters one* on the same subject if I got people asking me for it :)!.... *hint hint winks winks ;)*
After You
Watson had been waiting for this date a long time. It wasn’t exactly a date, it was more of an appointment in a cozy place to talk thoroughly of their new case, but Watson liked to think it was one.
He had understood some time ago that he was in love with Sherlock Holmes and he tried to let the concerned one know by leaving some subtle hints, but Sherlock being Sherlock he never got one out of the 35 ones he had tried.
Watson sighed. “That man is way too concentrated on his cases!”
He pouted, hands in his coat’s pockets, waiting for Sherlock to finally arrive at their secret and delicious meeting point.
“Well, see it that way : It’s pretty much useful for when we get clients, but obviously not for my heart…” he kept on thinking.
And then, on the other side of the street, he saw a shadowed figured quickly walking towards him, hands in his black coat’s pockets.
“Hello, Watson.” Said the shadowy form in a courteous voice, finally arrived before his companion.
“ Hi! You are 5 minutes late.” Watson said, fakily moralist and hurt.
“No, Watson. I am 5 minutes early.” Replied Holmes in a somewhat firm and hurt voice.
Watson frowned and gave a quick glance at his wristwatch; he was sure Sherlock was late… Anyways, there was no need to argue with that man for he’d sure lose in less than a few seconds.
As he noticed Sherlock stretching out his arm towards the restaurant’s doorknob, he rushed on it, turned the knob and pulled the door open.
“After you!” cooed Watson, still keeping the door open.
Sherlock shot him a weird look. It was almost as if he thought he was insane, then he rocked on his feet, his hands still in his pockets and said:
“You know, the “after you” formality is used with women mostly and I, on the other hand Watson, am a man. So there’s no need to use it with me!”
Watson was shocked. Simply shocked. He had thought to make a good move, and there he was being turned down by Sherlock’s brains and seriousness.
“Looks like now it’s 36 failures for me…” sadly thought Watson.
Sherlock, as he passed through the nicely opened door, muttered a “thank you” which gave Watson a cute little smile.
As soon as they entered the restaurant, Sherlock made a dash for the farthest and still free table. Watson just walked slowly, used to his friend’s weirdness as he politely smiled to the other clients while being on his way to meeting him.
He sat down and reached for the menu. None of them said a word until…
Holmes cleared his throat, gave many inquisitive looks, then said in a low voice: “ The…erm…Just so you know I…err… appreciated your previous gesture.”
They both looked straight at each other, then Watson was in the process of opening his mouth in order to say something…
“The one which you held the door opened for me… Thank you.” Sherlock quickly added, before faking to take a huge interest in his menu.
Watson smiled widely and thought happily: “Maybe not 36th failure after all…”