Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

Soulmate AU #2

Molly had come in caring for the coffee I had asked for. "What happened to the lipstick?" I asked.

Her lips had gone lighter again. I had trained myself to see almost colour. "It wasn't working for me," she said.

"Really I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth is too small now," I said.

I scolded myself. I really hated hurting Molly. I couldn't help myself. I took a sip of the coffee. Ew, not enough sugar. "Okay," she said and left.

"How do you feel about the violin?" I asked.

"Sorry what?" John asked.

I noticed he said sorry a lot. The looks he was giving Mike clearly showed he was annoyed at him. Probably because Mike introduced us. I'm not a pleasant person. "I play the violin when I'm thinking, sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know about each other." I said.

I gave a smile at the end. He grimaced. I've been told I am not good at fake smiles. He looked to MIke. "Y-You told him about me?" he asked.

Oh, this was going to be fun. If he didn't stay he was going to make a run for it. That would be fun to watch. "Not a word," Mike said.

"Then who said anything about flatmates?" he asked.

I moved to start putting on my coat. "I did. I told Mike the morning that I was a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here is just out to lunch with an old friend, clearly disowned from military service from Afghanistan. It was no difficult leap." I said quickly.

I wonder if he got any of that. "How did you know about Afghanistan?" he asked.

Ooh, now I get to show off. "Got my eye on a nice little place in central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it. We meet tomorrow evening, 7-o'clock." I said.

By now I had put on my scarf and coat. I also was finally wearing both my gloves. "Sorry. Got to dash. I left my riding crop in the mortuary." I smirked at the end of my sentence.

"Is that it?" I heard behind me.

"Is that what?" I asked.

I was giddy inside. I really wanted to tell him what he already knew. But it would be so impressive. "Well we only just met and we're going to go look at a flat?" he asked.

This one asks a lot of questions. "Problem?" I questioned.

He looked at Mike and smiled.

Johns POV

"Problem?" he asked.

I shot Mike a smile. I like this one. "We don't know anything about each other. I don't know where we're meeting. I don't even know your name." I said.

He looked at me curiously. Well, I knew a few things about him. He was scared of soulmates, played the violin, didn't talk for days on end, and very strange. "I know you're an army doctor and you've been invalid home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you, but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him - possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp is psychosomatic - quite correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?" he said.

He started walking out the door. I wanted to call after him if it was a sister. I couldn't. He had surprised me. He was almost all the way out the door when he turned. "The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street. Afternoon," he said with a wink.