Fic: Something of the Like (Sherlock BBC)
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keep_countingI'm out sailing with some friends, so I have very limited internet access unfortunately. But it does give me a lot of time to write ;)
Title: Something of the Like
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Cursing, one use of the f-word
Genre: Romance/Humor, fluff
Word-count: 1,011
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own, never will. Not betaed, sorry!
Summary: For once, John has the upper-hand in a conversation with Sherlock. Only, it doesn't seem to last very long.
Something of the Like
”You can’t be serious.”
”Perfectly so.”
“But how can you never…”’
“I just never have,” Sherlock interrupted, bending over his latest experiment and refusing to meet John’s eyes. If he didn’t know any better, John would say that his flat-mate was embarrassed.
“I just… I mean, I thought you’d at least had one.”
“Sociopath, remember.”
“Oh come on, you’re not still going with that, are you?” John interrupted; it always irked him, every single time Sherlock just said the word. “You just use that as an excuse to be rude to people.”
Sherlock’s face was a mix between disgruntled and amused. “I do not.”
“You do too.”
“Not. I’m completely heartless.”
“I know you aren’t.”
“Oh, really?” The taller man turned to face him this time, a challenging look in his eyes. “And how would you know?”
Ah. Condescending. John loathed it when he did that. “I’d like to believe so. I don’t think we’d be friends if you really were a heartless bastard.”
Something odd flickered across Sherlock’s face. “Friends, really?” He murmured. “Not just colleagues this time?”
“What? That wasn’t…” Oh, flashback-land. “You mean you… oh great,” John took a step back, gritting his teeth. “You delete the solar system, but that you remember?”
Sherlock made a motion with his hand and turned back to the table. “Yes yes, fine. Your theory has been proved. I am not heartless and…” He cut himself off, mumbled something vague and promptly directed his attention towards the experiment again.
“And… what?” John prodded, intrigued beyond himself: he didn’t normally keep digging if there was something Sherlock didn’t wish to talk about - that was the other man’s job after all. But this time, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
“You’re disturbing my focus. Go away.”
“I pay half the rent.”
“Then go to the other half of the kitchen.”
“Nuh-uh,” John muttered, stubbornly moving closer.
“You’re in my space,” Sherlock muttered, shifting a little.
“Its kitchen-space and therefore also my space.”
“There’s no such thing as kitchen-space.”
“But there is.” John retorted, wondering when they’d turned into five-year olds and would Sherlock get it if he made a Star Wars-reference?
“I won’t argue with you. Please go away now.”
Now that startled him. “Please?”
“Oh for heaven’s sake…”
“You said please!”
“Have you gone deaf? I do not wish to repeat myself,”
“And I don’t think we’ve closed the subject.”
“Yes, I said please, you heard me perfectly well.”
John sighed, tiredly rubbing a hand over his face. “Not that subject,” He murmured, refusing to back down.
“If I answer your question, will you kindly remove yourself from my personal space?”
John wondered what would happen if he hit the other man right now. Instead, he forced himself to smile, albeit very tightly.
“How come you’ve never had a real relationship?”
“I just never have. They’re pointless anyway.”
“No they’re not.”
“Yes, they are. They’re messy and disturbing and they always end on a horrible note.”
“Wow, you really don’t like them, do you?” John muttered, cocking his head to the side. Sherlock was sounding more and more annoyed by the minute and it gave him a strange sense of having the upper-hand in this. For once. “You’ve had sex with several people though,”
Sherlock actually cursed as the liquid from the test-tube spilled onto his hand, his whole body having jerked at John’s words. There was an angry red flush on his cheeks as he quickly wiped the remnants of the liquid away.
“Fuck! John, what the hell…” He hissed.
“Ha!” John couldn’t help but triumphantly cry. “Shot in the dark, but I was right wasn’t I?”
Sherlock shot him a murderous look from the corner of his eye, his face turning redder by the minute.
“Eh, sorry.” John muttered, trying hard to suppress a laugh. He’d never seen Sherlock in a state like this. “I guess you’re having a bad influence on me,”
“Right. We need to stop that,” Sherlock vaguely said, still wringing the soaked cloth in his hand. He looked six feet of absolutely awkward, and perhaps the most adorable John had ever seen him. Not that he was going to point that out to him, right now at least. Might completely break the poor guy.
“It’s not something to be embarrassed about.” John said. “I guess I just never thought… oh well.” He shrugged, picking up the glass of water he had intentionally gone into the kitchen to get and headed for the living-room.
“You just never thought what?” Sherlock’s voice rang out, somehow sounding both soft and sharp.
“Oh, um, nothing.” John answered, keeping his back to him. God, he was blushing now.
“Honestly John, Anderson could see through that.” Sherlock’s voice was filled with scorn and it made John angrily turn around.
“Just… I don’t know. I mean… I just thought you’d had at least one relationship.”
“Why? Because that’s considered normal?”
No, because you’re gorgeous, he thought, not daring to say it, but not willing to make up a lie either. Something must have shown on his face though (or maybe it didn’t and Sherlock was just using his crazy mind-reading powers yet again), because Sherlock took two long steps towards him, stopping distinctly inside his personal space.
“Why the sudden interest?” He mumbled, voice low and dark.
“Um…” It was all John was able to mutter at the moment. “Uhm… it’s not... I mean….”
“John?”
“I’m sorry about that day in the bank.” He finally blurted out. “You said you didn’t have friends.”
“But I have you,”
It took three whole seconds for John to realize that Sherlock was posing that as a question.
“Yeah,” He murmured, still blushing for all he was worth. It didn’t help that the other man was looking so damn pleased. “Of course you do.”
Turned out that not having a real relationship before didn’t exactly hinder Sherlock’s kissing abilities: John was hardly even aware of the glass in his hand slipping out of his grip and hitting the floor with a low sound.
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Date: 2011-07-14 02:40 pm (UTC)Funny, I was just Thinking about that moment!
Date: 2011-07-12 05:17 pm (UTC)This was a lovely, sparkly gem of piece. I enjoyed.
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Date: 2011-07-12 05:28 pm (UTC)And Elizabeth Bennett Darcy!
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Date: 2011-07-15 08:59 am (UTC)Thank-you! hehe :D
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