That question, it really hadn't been John's attempt at flirting with Sherlock. Really. It hadn't! Why did no one ever just believe him? John had simply been trying to better acquaint himself with the man he'd potentially be living with. No ulterior motives whatsoever.
Yes alright, he obviously had seen the same appeal Molly saw in Sherlock's unique features. John did have eyes after all, and it wasn't like John had any qualms about dating men. He just preferred women. Simple as that.
Their round curves, and soft bodies, and dark curly hair that fingers could get tangled in, set a top cheekbones so sharp they could cut gla- no. No! He was not in- he didn't have those sort of feelings for Sherlock. They were mates. Mates don't fall for other mates. It's a rule look it up.
Besides, Sherlock was too much for John. All that boundless energy. The constant need for a distraction. His quick wit, and sharp tongue. It was so easy to get caught up in the whirlwind that was Sherlock Holmes, and John craved the adventure that came with it. But a relationship? An honest to God relationship? With emotions, and expectations? Even in his own head he knew it would never work.
And why the hell was he even thinking about this? Sherlock was married to his work! He'd said so himself. Even if the rule about mates didn't exist, John would never have had a chance with him. He just didn't feel things that way. Did he? John didn't know. God, why was he so wound up today? He'd only had four cups of tea in the past hour, it couldn't have been tha- oh no, the tea. Was Sherlock experimenting with the tea again? John was going to kill him. Sherlock had promised to leave the tea alone after the incident with the wellies, and the giraffe. Come to think of it, where was Sherlock? John hadn't seen him all da- oh. Look at that. Think of the devil and the... devil's brother will... call you.
"Finally run out of abandoned warehouses, Mycroft?"
"Humorous as always Dr. Watson. No I'm simply calling because I believed you would want to be informed that my brother has once again managed to land himself in the hospital."
"No he hasn't."
"Well then if it isn't Sherlock, someone ought to tell him his doppelganger is in surgery."
"I'm his emergency contact, the hospital would've called me if anything had happened."
"Dr. Watson, you're... not his emergency contact."
"What? Of course I am. Who else would be? I'm the closest thing he has to family... er no offence."
Long dramatic pause.
"My God he really never told you."
"Told me. Told me what?"
"John... I think it would be best if you went to the hospital."
Re: Can't things just be simple? 1/?
"No."
That question, it really hadn't been John's attempt at flirting with Sherlock. Really. It hadn't! Why did no one ever just believe him? John had simply been trying to better acquaint himself with the man he'd potentially be living with. No ulterior motives whatsoever.
Yes alright, he obviously had seen the same appeal Molly saw in Sherlock's unique features. John did have eyes after all, and it wasn't like John had any qualms about dating men. He just preferred women. Simple as that.
Their round curves, and soft bodies, and dark curly hair that fingers could get tangled in, set a top cheekbones so sharp they could cut gla- no. No! He was not in- he didn't have those sort of feelings for Sherlock. They were mates. Mates don't fall for other mates. It's a rule look it up.
Besides, Sherlock was too much for John. All that boundless energy. The constant need for a distraction. His quick wit, and sharp tongue. It was so easy to get caught up in the whirlwind that was Sherlock Holmes, and John craved the adventure that came with it. But a relationship? An honest to God relationship? With emotions, and expectations? Even in his own head he knew it would never work.
And why the hell was he even thinking about this? Sherlock was married to his work! He'd said so himself. Even if the rule about mates didn't exist, John would never have had a chance with him. He just didn't feel things that way. Did he? John didn't know. God, why was he so wound up today? He'd only had four cups of tea in the past hour, it couldn't have been tha- oh no, the tea. Was Sherlock experimenting with the tea again? John was going to kill him. Sherlock had promised to leave the tea alone after the incident with the wellies, and the giraffe. Come to think of it, where was Sherlock? John hadn't seen him all da- oh. Look at that. Think of the devil and the... devil's brother will... call you.
"Finally run out of abandoned warehouses, Mycroft?"
"Humorous as always Dr. Watson. No I'm simply calling because I believed you would want to be informed that my brother has once again managed to land himself in the hospital."
"No he hasn't."
"Well then if it isn't Sherlock, someone ought to tell him his doppelganger is in surgery."
"I'm his emergency contact, the hospital would've called me if anything had happened."
"Dr. Watson, you're... not his emergency contact."
"What? Of course I am. Who else would be? I'm the closest thing he has to family... er no offence."
Long dramatic pause.
"My God he really never told you."
"Told me. Told me what?"
"John... I think it would be best if you went to the hospital."
"What for? Mycroft, what's going-"
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