Obvious
Show: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: K
Summary: For the sherlockbbc_fic kinkmeme. Prompt: Since that night at the pool, Sherlock and John can't let each other out of their sight. Scotland Yard notice, and try to facilitate it.
"We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lost sight of the reason for the journey." -Somebody somewhere.
The building was still smoking, the water of the pool seemed to be unable to still, Anderson put his hand over his mouth to try not to gag at the smell, between the chemicals and burning plastic, it was terrible.
Anderson barely had time to take a step into the battle zone before Lestrade's hand was grabbing his collar and shoving him in front of Sherlock. Anderson readied himself for some insult, for the customary sneer, but Sherlock didn't even acknowledge him.
Lestrade yelled at Anderson to check Sherlock out, yelled at Sherlock for being an idiot, before he started yelling at everyone for not being able to find they body of Moriarty.
"He couldn't have walked out." Lestrade stated through his clenching teeth before he turned to yell at someone else.
"Finally in shock then?" Anderson huffed as he flicked his small flashlight in front of Sherlock's face. This did catch the detectives attention as he glared at Anderson, and the man was ready for Sherlock to insult him, really he was getting a little worried about the tall pain in his ass.
Being so quiet didn't suit Sherlock.
Not that Anderson cared.
Really.
What he didn't expect was for Sherlock's eyes to go wide and the man to suddenly stand up, his eyes glancing around the room. Anderson sighed before Sherlock visibly relaxed. Anderson turned his head to see what warranted such a reaction to see Watson, at a distance wearing the silly orange blanket, currently evading a worried looking woman in a doctors coat as he glanced around the pool frantically.
John stopped as soon as he saw Sherlock, the doctor taking a huge breath before he let the woman he was with ask him questions. And then Sherlock was once again sitting, a little further from Anderson so that the other man wouldn't block his view and Anderson could help but stare in shock as it seemed the world kept spinning just as if that hadn't happened.
'Highly fuctioning sociopath my ass.' Anderson muttered as he grabbed the orange blanket that Sherlock had dropped in his haste to find John again. Anderson quickly wrapped it around himself and took a seat next to Sherlock on the bench.
Sherlock gave Anderson a quick glance before his eyes returned immediately to the doctor on the other side of the pool was was loyally staring back.
Sharing some fucking moment.
Anderson wanted a cigarette.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sally whispered at Anderson as he tightened the blanket around him.
"I'm in shock, give me a moment."
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The End.
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: K
Summary: For the sherlockbbc_fic kinkmeme. Prompt: Since that night at the pool, Sherlock and John can't let each other out of their sight. Scotland Yard notice, and try to facilitate it.
"We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lost sight of the reason for the journey." -Somebody somewhere.
The building was still smoking, the water of the pool seemed to be unable to still, Anderson put his hand over his mouth to try not to gag at the smell, between the chemicals and burning plastic, it was terrible.
Anderson barely had time to take a step into the battle zone before Lestrade's hand was grabbing his collar and shoving him in front of Sherlock. Anderson readied himself for some insult, for the customary sneer, but Sherlock didn't even acknowledge him.
Lestrade yelled at Anderson to check Sherlock out, yelled at Sherlock for being an idiot, before he started yelling at everyone for not being able to find they body of Moriarty.
"He couldn't have walked out." Lestrade stated through his clenching teeth before he turned to yell at someone else.
"Finally in shock then?" Anderson huffed as he flicked his small flashlight in front of Sherlock's face. This did catch the detectives attention as he glared at Anderson, and the man was ready for Sherlock to insult him, really he was getting a little worried about the tall pain in his ass.
Being so quiet didn't suit Sherlock.
Not that Anderson cared.
Really.
What he didn't expect was for Sherlock's eyes to go wide and the man to suddenly stand up, his eyes glancing around the room. Anderson sighed before Sherlock visibly relaxed. Anderson turned his head to see what warranted such a reaction to see Watson, at a distance wearing the silly orange blanket, currently evading a worried looking woman in a doctors coat as he glanced around the pool frantically.
John stopped as soon as he saw Sherlock, the doctor taking a huge breath before he let the woman he was with ask him questions. And then Sherlock was once again sitting, a little further from Anderson so that the other man wouldn't block his view and Anderson could help but stare in shock as it seemed the world kept spinning just as if that hadn't happened.
'Highly fuctioning sociopath my ass.' Anderson muttered as he grabbed the orange blanket that Sherlock had dropped in his haste to find John again. Anderson quickly wrapped it around himself and took a seat next to Sherlock on the bench.
Sherlock gave Anderson a quick glance before his eyes returned immediately to the doctor on the other side of the pool was was loyally staring back.
Sharing some fucking moment.
Anderson wanted a cigarette.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sally whispered at Anderson as he tightened the blanket around him.
"I'm in shock, give me a moment."
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The End.