An: I saw this prompt yesterday and then went for an introductory day for the course I'm doing at college today and sang this line for one of the games we were playing. I was thinking about doing this anyway so I thought I probably should just get on and do it. I hope you like it:)

Warnings: drug abuse, I think that's all but there is a lot of it as the premise is based of thay so if that's an issue for you, please feel free to skip this chapter entirely. Otherwise, do enjoy this fluff:)

Word count: roughly 1500

It was 15 minutes past eight in the evening and John was sitting reading the newspaper. He passing the time very agreeably and had some tea and biscuits beside him. It was raining outside and the gentle patter against the window panes was lulling him into an pleasant drifting limbo between reality and the dream world. The rhythmic turning of pages and distinctive black lines that arranged themselves neatly into ideas was very soothing and he felt utterly content. It was very peaceful in 221b Baker street and he was enjoying the calm. Then the storm came in.

The storm was tall and animated, with curly black hair and a disconcerting talent of deducing your entire back story from one glance. On this occasion, he was also singing very loudly and covered in sparkling fabrics and shiny jewellery.

"Well Tamatoa hasn't always been this glam!" He announced, swinging his hips flamboyantly.
"I was a drab little crab once!" He exploded into the room, swaying slightly. He reached John and wrapped one of the glitter infused fabric round his neck.
"Now I know I can be happy as a clam!" He bent down and softly kissed the other man's cheek.
"Cos I'm beautiful baby." This last line was quieter and spoken directly into John's ear.

John had been looking highly concerned throughout this performance and, at the last action, was now blushing a deep shade of scarlet and looking incredibly shocked.
"Umm, what, errr, what are you doing Sherlock?" He managed to stutter out, trying not to think too much about his flatmates hot breath that was still on his cheek.

"I'm singing of course, now come dance with me my dear!!" Sherlock slid away and stretched his hands out like fred astaire in top hat. He smiled invitingly.
"Umm, no thank you Sherlock."
"But John, why ever not? Do you not love me?" John coughed violently and reached for his tea.
"Sorry, are you high Sherlock?"
"Possibly, if I was, would you be very angry with me my darling Watson?"

This felt suspiciously like flirting and John was feeling conflicted. On the one hand, his long term crush, the sherlock bloody Holmes, was actually flirting with him. On the other hand, he was absolutely off his tits on drugs and it was probably a weird habit of his drug addled brain. The retired army doctor weighed up his options: flirt back with the clearly incapacitated Sherlock Holmes like he so desperately wanted to do or be the good, responsible adult and friend, and put him to bed, call Mycroft and find and remove all illegal substances from Sherlock's possession. It was a real shame but John very quickly settled on the latter option.

"Come on mate, let's get you to bed." He stood up and wrapped his arm round the dancing man, pulling him towards the door to his bedroom.
"Are you coming too?" Sherlock asked hopefully.
"Why would I be coming?"
"So that I can cuddle you. I've often wanted to cuddle you John, I've just been to afraid to ask. Why was that? Something to do with you being a 180° line."
"Straight?" Offered John.
"Yes, that's the one. Why are you straight John? Have you ever thought you just haven't met the right man? Surely you can't be sure? What made you realise you were like this?" The detective rambled, turning to run his hand gently down his friend's cheek.

Where his fingers touched, John felt a burning sensation like sparklers leaving a trail. Might as well tell him, it's unlikely he'll remember anyway.
"I'm not straight you spoon and I have met the right man so I am sure. And for the last question, you. You made me realise I was like this my brilliant detective." John cast a quick glance at the man he was supporting and briefly shot him a smile.

"Oh. Oh! That's exciting! Does this mean I can kiss you!" The excitement on Sherlock's face was evident.
"Absolutely not." His answer was short and forceful. No use possibly ruining a friendship when he wakes up and regrets it. If he even remembers it.
"Why not?" Sherlock's childish rebuttal was accompanied by a small pout.
"Because you are high out of your mind, you need to sleep, I need to call Mycroft and you probably won't remember all this tomorrow."
"If I won't remember, what does it matter if you kiss me or not?" He was pushing his luck now, hoping to receive the answer he wanted.
"No, absolutely not."
"Why?"
"Because I'm your friend and friends don't take advantage of each other when the other is indisposed."
"Indisposed, now that's an excellent word John, write that down." They had reached Sherlock's bed now and John was gingerly trying to lower him into it and remove the several flamboyantly glittery bits of material from where they were wrapped around his body.

"I'll bear that in mind. Now, go to sleep. We'll talk about your behaviour in the morning. You have to understand this kind of thing is not acceptable Sherlock. We talked about your drug use. Next time, come to me, promise?"
"Yes love."
"Alright, sleep well. I'm going to call Mycroft. I'll see you when you wake up ok?"
"Ok." John turned to leave but Sherlock's hand stopped him.
"Wait." He commanded.
"What is it now Sherlock?"
"Will you just give me a kiss on the forehead before you go?" John sighed but complied as this did not seem to cross too many boundaries of friendship.
"Goodnight Sherlock."
"Goodnight John."

With that, sherlock's eyes closed and his breathing began to slow. John shook his head sadly at the chaotic mess of a friend he had and went to sort out what to do next.

A few weeks later they were sat in the living room, drinking tea and playing scrabble. (I know I've used this game before but it seems like the sort of thing they would play, it's not too hard for John to be unable to win due to Sherlocks mind trickery but is stimulating enough to keep them both entertained, sorry, just some thoughts, back to your regularly scheduled program) John had been initially very angry with Sherlock and had had Lestrade and Mycroft round to perform a drugs bust and lecture him on the irresponsibility of drug consumption. Sherlock seemed much better now and had returned to shooting the walls when he was bored.

For the past week though, even this had been unnecessary as they had been fully engaged in a very interesting case involving a toxic substance only found in sub saharan Africa that had been used to drive three people completely out of their minds and a fourth to die on the spot. It has very nearly been used to remove their sanity also (not that they had much to begin with) but had, fortunately, failed. And now they were back in the comfort of their own home, relaxing and laughing.

"About what happened a few weeks ago, I'm sorry." Sherlock suddenly spoke.
"Oh, that's ok, I suppose. Well it's not really ok as you abused both your mind and body by filling it full of dangerous chemicals but apart from that. I understand."
"That's not what I meant John." The doctor seemed surprised.
"No? Then what did you mean?"
"I meant when I asked you to kiss me."
"Oh."

John's stomach dropped. So he did remember, he was hoping it would have disappeared with the drugs but apparently not. So he was right then: it was a mistake and now he did regret it.

"I regret how uncomfortable it clearly made you. Although I don't regret asking John. I did mean it. I do genuinely have some sort of, what I think is described as, a romantic attraction to you. For some reason that means I want to kiss you. I have no idea why. It is a completely ridiculous and illogical practice and yet my heart keeps telling me to do it. Well not my heart as your heart can't really tell you anything. Except it can because it sends signals to your brain which then tells you so technically.."
"Oh shut up and kiss me you idiotic genius." John interrupted him, pulling him closer and gently pressing their lips together.

When they parted, sherlock's face expressed a mix of surprise and delight.
"Well that was..." his brain called to supply the correct word for the most amazing thing he had ever done.
"Yes, it was rather." Agreed John.
"Can we do it again?"
"Absolutely."

The end

An. There you are. I hope you liked it:) I'm rewatching sherlock and I'm up to the abominable bride and i forgot how horrible Watson is in this one!! He is much more likeable than that in the books, i am sure, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to read them. Also, the sign of three is so good! I know lots of Johnlock shippers don't like Mary cos she "gets in the way" but I love her so fricking much!! She's such a cool, multilayered character, not to mention a feminist icon. I'm so glad that they decided to make her interesting in this adaptation rather than just the 2d love interest like in the books. Honestly, I think she is probably my favourite character. I love Watson but he doesnt have as much depth as Mary. Sherlock is great and all and I love seeing what is very nearly asexual representation but sometimes he just annoys me so much and I have to turn the volume off cos he is sometimes so ghastly to people🤣🤣 Not that I don't love all the characters but I just love Mary extra. I know I might get hate for that but do you know what? I don't care. It's my opinion and if you disagree, then that's perfectly fine. You can tell me in the comments in a pleasant, respectful way and I will be more than happy to have a civil conversation/ discussion about it:) Sorry, I know I've waffled again. I'll stop. Bye my lovelys, as always, be kind to yourself, try not to stress to much about things you can't change and do something about the things you can (that's a buddha quote I think, or was it God? Someone holy. Theres also a bit about having the wisdom to tell the difference between to the two or something, Look it up if you want) ok, I really am going now.

Lots of hugs
Isabella
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