So I wrote some fluffy/angsty Johnlock. Mostly it’s an argument about a marriage proposal. It’s short too.

A Proposal: When John’s proposal to Sherlock didn’t go as planned, taking a walk wouldn’t be enough, so he took a train instead. Of course Sherlock tracked him down anyway.

Teaser below the cut

John woke with a start as the train pulled into the station. He rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away the nightmares that haunted him even more when he was away from Baker Street. Even now, with a few minutes nap on a train. He rubbed his cheeks and thought about getting up for some tea, but the aisle was crowded with passengers. He fervently hoped nobody would open the door and ask if they could join him.

Just as the train pulled out of the station again and John thought he was safe, the door opened and a far too familiar coat plopped down in the seat across from him. John stared. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Sherlock looked over at him. “You’re taking a short vacation.”

“I thought you had a case.” John crossed his arms and looked out the window.

“Done. Tedious, really. The butler did it.”

John raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“What did I say?”

John shook his head and they lapsed into silence. The countryside quickly grew boring and Sherlock was watching him. There was no point in asking how he’d found him. “Did you think about what I said?” asked John when the silence grew to be too much.