fic; not that big an idiot
title; not that big an idiot
rating; g
word count; 426
characters/pairings; john watson, sherlock holmes,
spoilers; up to "The Blind Banker"
disclaimer; I do not any of the characters, they belong to their respective owners
summary; during the cab ride over to the museum, John notices marks on Sherlock's neck...
a/n; first time writing in this fandom. Slightly nervous but GAH I love these two so frickin much I couldn't resist. feedback is much appreciated.
The second Sherlock opened the door-about time!-John knew something was wrong. "Are you getting a cold?" he asked frowning at him.
"I'm fine," Sherlock shook off the inquiry with a wave of his hand. John wasn't convinced. He was a doctor, he knew when something was wrong and the sickly pale shade of Sherlock's skin was definitely far from fine.
"Sherlock are you su-"
"I said I'm fine!" Sherlock cut him off irately. Despite his reassurance, he stumbled and John had to grab his arm to keep him steady. Sherlock took only a second to recover and continued walking, stopping only at the curb to hail a cab. John followed him into the vehicle as Sherlock choked out the address to the cabbie.
John watched him with concern. Sherlock ignored him for a few minutes, staring out his window before he sighed and turned to him. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just...you SURE you're alright?" John instinctively reached forward to touch his forehead with the back of his hand.
Sherlock blinked. "What are you doing?" he asked calmly.
"Checking for a fever. You seem...clammy." He lowered his hand to Sherlock's neck, tugging at the scarf around his neck. He noticed the thin lines of red that ran along the skin there. Judging by the rawness, they were fresh. He frowned, pulling the scarf away and scooting closer to get a better look at them. "Sherlock..." he ran his fingers lightly over the scars but before he could make a correct assessment, Sherlock had pulled his hand away and had replaced his scarf, tugging it up to hide the marks.
"It's nothing." he said, his voice now back to his usual deep tone.
"How do you explain the marks then?"
"I accidentally scratched myself." he replied in a carefully calculated tone.
"You're wearing gloves!" John exclaimed, grabbing Sherlock's hands and waving them in his face. Sherlock might have considered him an idiot but he wasn't that stupid.
"I am perfectly aware of that fact John, thank you." Sherlock replied, pulling his arms out of his grasp. He he turned once more to stare out the window and from his expression John knew he wasn't going to get anything else out of him so he resorted to staring out his own window at the cars and people flashing past them as the car made it's way to the National Antiquities Museum.
"Oh and Sherlock,"
"Hmm..." Sherlock didn't turn to look at him.
John glared steadily at his companion, "If you ever lock me out again, I will take that packet of cigarettes from under your bed and hand it over to Mrs.Hudson."
Sherlock finally turned to meet his gaze and stared at him with some amusement for a moment. "I'll make a note of it." he said but John could see the hint of a smile on his lips as he turned back to the window.
The doctor shook his head. Oh, what was the point?
rating; g
word count; 426
characters/pairings; john watson, sherlock holmes,
spoilers; up to "The Blind Banker"
disclaimer; I do not any of the characters, they belong to their respective owners
summary; during the cab ride over to the museum, John notices marks on Sherlock's neck...
a/n; first time writing in this fandom. Slightly nervous but GAH I love these two so frickin much I couldn't resist. feedback is much appreciated.
The second Sherlock opened the door-about time!-John knew something was wrong. "Are you getting a cold?" he asked frowning at him.
"I'm fine," Sherlock shook off the inquiry with a wave of his hand. John wasn't convinced. He was a doctor, he knew when something was wrong and the sickly pale shade of Sherlock's skin was definitely far from fine.
"Sherlock are you su-"
"I said I'm fine!" Sherlock cut him off irately. Despite his reassurance, he stumbled and John had to grab his arm to keep him steady. Sherlock took only a second to recover and continued walking, stopping only at the curb to hail a cab. John followed him into the vehicle as Sherlock choked out the address to the cabbie.
John watched him with concern. Sherlock ignored him for a few minutes, staring out his window before he sighed and turned to him. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just...you SURE you're alright?" John instinctively reached forward to touch his forehead with the back of his hand.
Sherlock blinked. "What are you doing?" he asked calmly.
"Checking for a fever. You seem...clammy." He lowered his hand to Sherlock's neck, tugging at the scarf around his neck. He noticed the thin lines of red that ran along the skin there. Judging by the rawness, they were fresh. He frowned, pulling the scarf away and scooting closer to get a better look at them. "Sherlock..." he ran his fingers lightly over the scars but before he could make a correct assessment, Sherlock had pulled his hand away and had replaced his scarf, tugging it up to hide the marks.
"It's nothing." he said, his voice now back to his usual deep tone.
"How do you explain the marks then?"
"I accidentally scratched myself." he replied in a carefully calculated tone.
"You're wearing gloves!" John exclaimed, grabbing Sherlock's hands and waving them in his face. Sherlock might have considered him an idiot but he wasn't that stupid.
"I am perfectly aware of that fact John, thank you." Sherlock replied, pulling his arms out of his grasp. He he turned once more to stare out the window and from his expression John knew he wasn't going to get anything else out of him so he resorted to staring out his own window at the cars and people flashing past them as the car made it's way to the National Antiquities Museum.
"Oh and Sherlock,"
"Hmm..." Sherlock didn't turn to look at him.
John glared steadily at his companion, "If you ever lock me out again, I will take that packet of cigarettes from under your bed and hand it over to Mrs.Hudson."
Sherlock finally turned to meet his gaze and stared at him with some amusement for a moment. "I'll make a note of it." he said but John could see the hint of a smile on his lips as he turned back to the window.
The doctor shook his head. Oh, what was the point?