The Unexpected
A short story from created from the BBC version of Sherlock.
I've no idea where this is going, it was just something to get off my mind (:
"You do know she likes you don't you, or are you completely oblivious to the world of flirting and relationships?" John said muffled from beneath a heavy winter jacket that was zipped up covering his face from the nose downwards. They were both walking down the street away from the lab.
"Who?" Sherlock said as if he didn't know.
"You know who I mean, she changed her hair, her make up everything just when you come into the lab, she likes you. Molly likes you, and you dismiss her with everything she does to impress her. Have you ever been in a relationship?" John carried on muffled.
Sherlock's pace quickened. Although he'd said that he was married to his work, John knew that there was some form of a past there. Sherlock was striding now and John had to jog to keep up with him.
"Sherlock?"
No reply, John left it and followed behind Sherlock not bothering to keep up. He wandered slowly keeping Sherlock in view, he pulled out his phone and noticed a text, it was from Sherlock:
"Pick up tea bags, milk and sugar."
John sighed; he then crossed the road and headed towards the nearest local shop. He picked up what he'd been asked, taking his time allowing things to settle before he went back to the flat. It had been half an hour since the sudden embarrassment he strolled back to the flat to find Mrs. Hudson on her way out, John smiled as she greeted him, what was he supposed to say, he'd expect Sherlock to be doing something stupid because that was how he got things out of his system, like the first time they'd met he'd mentioned something about a riding crop, he knew for a fact that he didn't ride. John never bothered to ask to even bother to find out more than he had to, he'd allowed the powers of deduction take place when he watched him work. He hadn't learnt much; he was pretty mysterious and never showed any true emotion bar the occasional excitement until now. It was quite surprising; he'd never known someone who was dedicated to his work as much as him.
He trawled up the stairs making sure that his footsteps were heard. He then went to the kitchen first and put away the stuff he'd just bought, he'd then managed to wade his way through the junk on the floor, he stood at the door that linked the living room to the kitchen.
"I didn't mean to offend you earlier; I was just wondering whether you'd noticed that she'd been flirting with you, or at least giving you the signs."
"Yes I know what you were doing and if you must know I had but there are... complications"
John could hear him; however he hadn't seen him, so he guessed he was lying on the couch.
"Complications? Care to elaborate for me?"
John heard Sherlock sigh, and then he entered the room to make himself known and then went and sat in his chair and glanced over at and motionless Sherlock. He had his legs stretched out on the couch but he was sat up looking out the window. John was amazed by the straggly haired suited man that he hadn't even blinked in the last few minutes that he had been in the room.
"John, when you first met me I told you that I was married to my work, nothing mattered to me."
"I know this, but I've been around you long enough to notice when something happens and your mood changes, it doesn't happen often but it does and in the past it's not been me that's made you change. I just wanted to ask really it was never intentional to upset you? I've worked with you long enough that I should know something more about you other than you have a brother, you know loads about me."
There was an awkward silence John twiddled his thumbs, it was a nervous habit really, he just wanted an answer, something that wasn't going to put his place to live in jeopardy or anything along those lines. Sherlock was one of his only friends he had in London; he'd never really been able to get to know anyone as he never really left the house. The silence was then broken.
"I've not been in a relationship in a long time, once people find out who I am, they don't want to know me, that's why I've allowed Molly to carry on and I've told her what I think, I'm the only consulting detective in the world, I don't have a general knowledge of things like everyone else does, I couldn't care less about social life and for the simple reason it takes up too much brain space and I'd rather not have that in my mind if I'm honest. I'm not like you who has someone in common like Sarah, Molly wouldn't be able to cope with people threatening her or being a hostage just so someone can get to me, I would risk anyone for me, not even you." He concluded and lay down on the couch and rolled over so that his back was facing the rest of the room.
"Oh." John said simply, he then decided he'd go back out in to the coldness just for a little longer until everything had gone back to normal or so he hoped. He'd not taken his coat of at this point, he'd just sat down and talk to Sherlock who was now deadly silent. He stood up and left the room without another word, the only noise he made was the slamming of the front door.
He went for a walk around the park, he would go to Sarah, but she was away for a few days visiting relatives. It was freezing but he carried on walking he walked around anywhere he could just so he could give Sherlock some space and allow him to go back to his normal self. However the words: "not even you" lingered with him. It proved that he was a friend and he did have emotions, he just hid them better than any other human being. He may have been attached to his work but he left his feelings at home, they didn't become a part of them like John's did.
It had been a few hours, John was now heading back to the flat now, and even if Sherlock hadn't become his normal self again he could at least go to his bed room and warm up in there. He arrived back the door and fumbled for his key in his pocket with his numb hands. What John hadn't noticed was that Sherlock was stood at the window watching him. John walked slowly and cautiously up the stairs not to disturb Mrs. Hudson and her program; he decided that he'd walk through the living room door instead of the kitchen, when he open the door he was greeted by the unexpected
I've no idea where this is going, it was just something to get off my mind (:
"You do know she likes you don't you, or are you completely oblivious to the world of flirting and relationships?" John said muffled from beneath a heavy winter jacket that was zipped up covering his face from the nose downwards. They were both walking down the street away from the lab.
"Who?" Sherlock said as if he didn't know.
"You know who I mean, she changed her hair, her make up everything just when you come into the lab, she likes you. Molly likes you, and you dismiss her with everything she does to impress her. Have you ever been in a relationship?" John carried on muffled.
Sherlock's pace quickened. Although he'd said that he was married to his work, John knew that there was some form of a past there. Sherlock was striding now and John had to jog to keep up with him.
"Sherlock?"
No reply, John left it and followed behind Sherlock not bothering to keep up. He wandered slowly keeping Sherlock in view, he pulled out his phone and noticed a text, it was from Sherlock:
"Pick up tea bags, milk and sugar."
John sighed; he then crossed the road and headed towards the nearest local shop. He picked up what he'd been asked, taking his time allowing things to settle before he went back to the flat. It had been half an hour since the sudden embarrassment he strolled back to the flat to find Mrs. Hudson on her way out, John smiled as she greeted him, what was he supposed to say, he'd expect Sherlock to be doing something stupid because that was how he got things out of his system, like the first time they'd met he'd mentioned something about a riding crop, he knew for a fact that he didn't ride. John never bothered to ask to even bother to find out more than he had to, he'd allowed the powers of deduction take place when he watched him work. He hadn't learnt much; he was pretty mysterious and never showed any true emotion bar the occasional excitement until now. It was quite surprising; he'd never known someone who was dedicated to his work as much as him.
He trawled up the stairs making sure that his footsteps were heard. He then went to the kitchen first and put away the stuff he'd just bought, he'd then managed to wade his way through the junk on the floor, he stood at the door that linked the living room to the kitchen.
"I didn't mean to offend you earlier; I was just wondering whether you'd noticed that she'd been flirting with you, or at least giving you the signs."
"Yes I know what you were doing and if you must know I had but there are... complications"
John could hear him; however he hadn't seen him, so he guessed he was lying on the couch.
"Complications? Care to elaborate for me?"
John heard Sherlock sigh, and then he entered the room to make himself known and then went and sat in his chair and glanced over at and motionless Sherlock. He had his legs stretched out on the couch but he was sat up looking out the window. John was amazed by the straggly haired suited man that he hadn't even blinked in the last few minutes that he had been in the room.
"John, when you first met me I told you that I was married to my work, nothing mattered to me."
"I know this, but I've been around you long enough to notice when something happens and your mood changes, it doesn't happen often but it does and in the past it's not been me that's made you change. I just wanted to ask really it was never intentional to upset you? I've worked with you long enough that I should know something more about you other than you have a brother, you know loads about me."
There was an awkward silence John twiddled his thumbs, it was a nervous habit really, he just wanted an answer, something that wasn't going to put his place to live in jeopardy or anything along those lines. Sherlock was one of his only friends he had in London; he'd never really been able to get to know anyone as he never really left the house. The silence was then broken.
"I've not been in a relationship in a long time, once people find out who I am, they don't want to know me, that's why I've allowed Molly to carry on and I've told her what I think, I'm the only consulting detective in the world, I don't have a general knowledge of things like everyone else does, I couldn't care less about social life and for the simple reason it takes up too much brain space and I'd rather not have that in my mind if I'm honest. I'm not like you who has someone in common like Sarah, Molly wouldn't be able to cope with people threatening her or being a hostage just so someone can get to me, I would risk anyone for me, not even you." He concluded and lay down on the couch and rolled over so that his back was facing the rest of the room.
"Oh." John said simply, he then decided he'd go back out in to the coldness just for a little longer until everything had gone back to normal or so he hoped. He'd not taken his coat of at this point, he'd just sat down and talk to Sherlock who was now deadly silent. He stood up and left the room without another word, the only noise he made was the slamming of the front door.
He went for a walk around the park, he would go to Sarah, but she was away for a few days visiting relatives. It was freezing but he carried on walking he walked around anywhere he could just so he could give Sherlock some space and allow him to go back to his normal self. However the words: "not even you" lingered with him. It proved that he was a friend and he did have emotions, he just hid them better than any other human being. He may have been attached to his work but he left his feelings at home, they didn't become a part of them like John's did.
It had been a few hours, John was now heading back to the flat now, and even if Sherlock hadn't become his normal self again he could at least go to his bed room and warm up in there. He arrived back the door and fumbled for his key in his pocket with his numb hands. What John hadn't noticed was that Sherlock was stood at the window watching him. John walked slowly and cautiously up the stairs not to disturb Mrs. Hudson and her program; he decided that he'd walk through the living room door instead of the kitchen, when he open the door he was greeted by the unexpected