Sherlock fic. PG

Title: Light and Shadow
Word Count: 229
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG for the drug use.

( notes and other nonsense... )

 

Things changed at 221B Baker Street the first time John came home and found Sherlock lying on the couch, syringe held lightly in his fingers. For one thing, Sherlock was smiling.

“Sherlock. What...?”

“Ah, John.”

John moved on instinct, perching on the edge of the coffee table, checking Sherlock’s pulse, his pupils, then plucking the sodding needle out of his infuriating flatmate’s hand.

“It’s... all … fine,” Sherlock murmured softly, his deep voice languid, slow in a way John had never seen Sherlock be before. John found Sherlock’s now empty hand winding itself around his calf, gripping it in a way John could only define as possessive, although he wasn’t sure Sherlock was even aware of what his hand was doing.

“I’m never going to live those words down, am I?” John asked, shaking his head and smiling down at this odd still quiet creature in front of him.

Sherlock made a humming noise that was equal parts agreement and amusement as his eyes slid closed.

“Do you suppose you could solve a mystery for me sometime Sherlock?”

Sherlock opened his eyes, and looked at John. His hand was still wrapped softly around John’s leg, and his thumb was tracing patterns across John’s corduroy trousers.

“The biggest mystery of them all is why you do the things you do.”

And John couldn’t help joining in when Sherlock began to laugh.