What if the detective and his blogger met on a bus?
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Usually John Watson took a cab home from his new job at a supermarke, but today he decided to walk for a bit because of the surprisingly nice weather and then take the bus. Call it a hunch, faith, the universe, however you like. The first couple of minutes of the 20 minute busride the bus was surprisingly empty. There was a small group of loud teenagers, some old people and a family with two small children. At the next bus stop, someone got in at the last minute. He was tall, had dark curly hair, wore a long dark coat with the collar flipped up and had some of the best collar bones John had ever seen. He found himself not being able to look away from the man. That is, until the stranger made direct eye contact with him. John looked away, blushing a little. He had no idea why he was feeling nervous and had started blushing, he wasn't gay.
The man sat down in the seat across from him and they made awkward eye contact another time because John had started staring at him again. Now he noticed that the stranger's eyes were quite a beautiful green-blue colour. The man across from him smirked at him, and then asked him "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"Excuse me?" John asked confused
"Afghanistan or Iraq, where did you serve?"
The man sounded almost annoyed.
"Ehm, Afghanistan. How did you.."
"How did I know? I didn't, I noticed." The stranger responded. John still looked confused. The man sighted a little, John wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been staring, and he said rapidly: "Your haircut and the way you hold yourself screams military. Your clothes look old yet they aren't well worn. Why buy clothes and then not wear them for a long time? Unless you have to wear an uniform for a long time. When in the army you have to wear an uniform the entire time. Then there's the fact that you haven't bought new clothes yet; you don't have the money and time to do so. You've been back a couple of months, just enough time to find a job of some sorts. Which is why you're riding the bus right now, although you don't do so very often, it makes you nervous. You try to hide it but your hands betray you. They're shaking whenever you don't clench them into fists. You observe people that get in, expecting to find a threat perhaps? Now tell me sir, am I wrong?"
John looked at the man with a mixture of shock, confusion and curiosity on his face.
"That was ... amazing. How did you do that?"
John had said it before he realized it.
The stranger simply smirked at him again and then got up.
"This is my stop. Come to 221B Bakerstreet tomorrow at 7 pm."
After that he left the bus. Just before the doors closed, he stuck his head through the doors and he said "The name is Sherlock Holmes."
And then he left.
Until he got to his tiny apartment John couldn't stop thinking about this Sherlock Holmes and about the invitation he gave John. The handsome man intrigued John, sure, but he didn't know Sherlock Holmes. John finds it strange that he can't stop thinking about him, Sherlock. He isn't gay, why does he think Sherlock Holmes is handsome? John blamed the fact he's not thinking straight on him being tired. He had a lot of questions and wanted answers. There was only one solution, honestly. The next day, at 7 pm, he was going to see Sherlock Holmes.
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A/N
I know this is crap but my friend made me post this 😂😂😂 don't hate me pls
