sherlock au series: john and sherlock are dating but nobody seems to see it [part 2]
“An old friend
of mine, John Watson,” Mike Stamford announced as they entered the lab.Sherlock looked
up with a smirk. “We’ve met. Several weeks ago, in fact.”Mike blinked,
looking surprised. “I—Oh.”John crossed the
room and pressed a kiss to Sherlock’s cheek. “Hello, love. You solve that case
yet?”“Yes, I just
need to text Lestrade.” Sherlock reached into John’s coat pocket and snatched
his phone.“Oi, grabby,”
John complained affectionately. “Did you get more information about that flat?”“Yes, we should
be able to meet with Mrs. Hudson tomorrow.” Sherlock passed John’s phone back
and got up to put his coat on. “I wish we could get lunch, but I’ve got to
dash. Left my riding crop in the mortuary.”“Can’t be
forgetting that,” John said with a laugh. He gave Sherlock a quick peck on the
lips. “See you soon.”Sherlock waved
goodbye, passing Mike, who was staring at the two of them in shock.“I rather feel
like I’ve missed something,” Mike said after Sherlock left.“I told you I
had a boyfriend,” John said with a shrug.“It’s just…”
Mike blinked several times. “It’s actually going well?”“We’re moving in
together,” John answered.“Huh. I never
would have seen it, myself.”… …
“Mrs. Hudson!”
Sherlock said with a fond smile, kissing her on the cheek.“Oh, Sherlock,
it’s been too long! Come on inside, you’ll be wanting to see the upstairs.”Sherlock and
Mrs. Hudson entered the building and John cast one last admiring look to the
exterior. He felt a warm rush of…hope? Contentment? Whatever it was, he had the
feeling that he and Sherlock were going to be happy here.He tapped his
cane against the pavement (he brought it with him by habit. He hadn’t needed
the damn thing in weeks) and squared his shoulders, hoping that the flat was
how Sherlock described it.Sherlock was
waiting for him on the landing, an eager grin on his face. “Take a look,” he
said, gesturing dramatically.John sighed,
already feeling at home. “This is…very nice,” he said at last. “I see you’ve
already taken the liberty of moving your things in.”“Of course. My
furniture is better than your furniture.”“It doesn’t
match!”“Ergo, it isn’t
boring, and is much better.”Mrs. Hudson
bustled a bit, complaining about the dust but otherwise looking supremely proud
of herself. “I’ve been trying to rent it out for ages,” Mrs. Hudson said to no
one in particular. “’Course, not as long as I’ve been trying to rent out the
basement. But I’ve managed to keep it tidy, and—Sherlock, how have you already
made a mess of my kitchen!”John huffed out
a little laugh. Yes, this would be much better than the god-awful bedsit he
could afford on his pension, and a good deal cozier than Sherlock’s old flat on
Montague Street.“There’s another
bedroom upstairs, since you’ll be needing two bedrooms,” Mrs. Hudson finished. “I
expect that’s where you’ll be sleeping, Mr. Watson.”Sherlock and
John both looked at each other in surprise. “Oh, that won’t be necessary…” John
trailed off, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.“Oh!” Mrs.
Hudson exclaimed. “Oh, of course. Sherlock mentioned he had a boyfriend. So
sorry… Well, there’s all sorts around here. Mrs. Turner’s got married ones.” She
offered an apologetic if awkward smile.John looked to
Sherlock after Mrs. Hudson left. “Do we not look like we’re dating?”… …
“What are you
doing here, Freak?” Sargent Donovan demanded.“Lestrade called
me,” Sherlock answered flatly. “Come along, John.”“Who’s this?”
she asked, looking at John with ill-concealed confusion and disgust.“My boyfriend,”
Sherlock said, as though it were perfectly obvious.Donovan looked
like she had been hit in the head with a blunt object. “Your boyfriend?! How the hell did you get
yourself a boyfriend?” She rounded on John, looking concerned for his safety. “Did
he follow you home? Blink twice if you need me to help you.”“I’m fine,
thanks,” John said irritably. “Look, Sherlock, I can wait here—”“No, I need your
advice,” Sherlock interrupted. He looked at Donovan with an air of smugness. “John
is a doctor.”“Oh God,” John muttered,
pinching the bridge of his nose.“And a war hero,”
Sherlock continued, still smug. “And look at his face!”“I get it! You’ve
got a cute boyfriend!” she spit, as though the words burned her mouth. “You can’t
bring a date to a crime scene!”“I assure you,
we’re here in a strictly professional capacity,” Sherlock said, holding the
police tape up for John. “We’ll keep snogging to a minimum.“I’m gonna be sick,” she complained.
… …
“About time you
got here, Sherlock—who are you?” Lestrade asked John.“Doctor John
Watson,” he said, holding out his hand in greeting.Lestrade ignored
him in favor of interrogating Sherlock. “Who is this? Why is he here?”Sherlock rolled
his eyes. “For an officer of the law, you have remarkably poor recall. That’s
my boyfriend John, I’ve told you about him.”Lestrade looked
at John in disbelief. “He’s your
boyfriend? I’d never have matched you two.”… …
“You should stay
away from Sherlock Holmes—”“We sleep in the
same bed, I’m not sure how I’d manage it, thanks.”… …
“Mr. Watson, how
well do you know my brother?”“I’ve been
dating him for six weeks, actually.”“And yet you’re
already—wait, did you say six weeks?”John pretended
to think for a moment before nodding. Mycroft Holmes looked deeply
disconcerted.“I…I’m not sure
how I missed this.”“It’s alright.
Everyone else has missed it.”… …
“Sherlock!”
Angelo said, greeting Sherlock with a disproportionate amount of glee. “Anything
you want, on the house for you and your friend, huh?”Sherlock and John
sat down and John offered an awkward smile as he corrected, “Actually I’m his
date.”“Let’s get this
candle out of the way,” Angelo talked over him. “We don’t need this to be
romantic.”“I’m his date—Sherlock,
why does this keep happening to us?” John asked incredulously.Sherlock was
staring out the window, looking for that bloody serial killer. “Hm?”“No one can tell
we’re dating. Is that just me? Do we really look that straight?Sherlock snorted. “Please. I’m wearing a tight silk shirt and you don’t do
anything but stare at my lips. People are idiots. It would require an unhealthy
level of denial to see us as platonic.”“Good point.
What would you recommend from the menu?”“It’s all
decent. Refrain from eating anything that might distract me, please.”“I don’t think
they have bananas on the menu, love.”“The principle
still stands.”… …
“A drugs bust!
Really?! Sherlock’s been clean for months!” John protested.“Who are you
again?” Lestrade asked.“I live here!” John
exploded. “And you’re making a mess of my home!”“Is today never
going to end?” Sherlock asked the ceiling.… …
“It says the
signal is coming from inside the flat…” John stared that the screen in
confusion.“Sherlock, your
taxi…” Mrs. Hudson said for the umpteenth time.“The cabbie!”
Sherlock exclaimed, turning around abruptly and walking out of the flat.“Oh, for God’s
sake,” John said, taking the laptop with him and getting ready to pursue the
taxi.“Where are you
going?” Lestrade demanded, still obviously having no clue as to who John was.“Rescuing my
idiot boyfriend.”… …
“So.”
“Yep.”
“I didn’t think
we were at the point in our relationship, yet.”“Well,” John
said after a moment’s thought. “I suppose it’s the logical progression of
things. We meet. We argue. We end up getting along. We go on a date. We shag.
You solve murders and I try to find GP work. We move in together, and then I
kill someone for you. It sounds about right, really.”Sherlock
snorted. “I suppose it is. Right for us, anyway.” He leaned down to kiss John,
sweetly and softly, for a long time.John heard, from
somewhere among the assembled police officers, a startled exclamation and then,
“Wait, are they dating?”I AM CRYING
Lol this is so wrong like everyone ships johnlock even two idiots act like they’re not together lmao this is so weird like omg wtf the fuck