Let's write Sherlock

Challenge 1: After a nearly disastrous case, Sherlock and John share a tense taxi ride back to Baker Street. With emotions running high, they finally arrive back at 221B, and then…

Sherlock was watching the streets fly by from the backseat of the taxi. Next to him John was looking out the opposite window, back to Sherlock. John was angry with him and Sherlock could not understand why.

The case had been boringly predictable. The husband was killed by his wife's lover; it was so predictable it would verge on cliché. The unusual part was that he was supposedly killed in a locked room with no exists, which, in reality, was the wife locking the room after her lover killed her husband. Dull. The only exciting part was finding her lover; it led to a chase around London ending in a fight in a warehouse. After the fight which ended in John knocking the man out John had been acting straggly. After dealing with the Lestrade, promising to go to Scotland Yard the next day to fill out witness statements, he hailed a taxi to 221B Baker Street.

"John…" Sherlock started

The taxi pulled to a stop outside 221 Baker Street and John jumped out, opened the door and stormed upstairs while Sherlock scrambled out of the cab, throwing money at the taxi driver. When he got upstairs he found John in the kitchen making tea. He took off his coat and scarf and stoop in the kitchen doorway.

"John…" Sherlock started again

"Not now Sherlock, I can't," John paused running his fingers though his hair "…just not now"

"You're angry?" Sherlock was confused. He could not understand what happened to make John angry.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why, why do you think? Do you really think what you did wouldn't hurt me?"

Sherlock turned and flopped down on the couch and went into his customary 'thinking pose.' Something he had done had hurt John. That thought settled uncomfortably on his chest. Recently, ever since his 'return' whenever he made John angry it would feel like a heavy weight was on his chest and he didn't like it. Sherlock had been doing his best not to make John angry so he wouldn't get this feeling, which was distracting, but he still sometimes managed to do something 'not good' and get the army doctor mad. He thought about it and realised the reverse was also true. Whenever John was happy with him and smiled at him his chest would feel very light and so unconsciously was trying to do more things to make his friend smile.

Sherlock thought back through the day to think what he could have done to make John angry. He didn't eat breakfast this morning; no he did that often and wouldn't make sense for John to be angry over a little thing like that. The eyes in the fridge, no they had been clearly labelled and set on the bottom shelf as per the agreement they made after the fingers in the butter dish. Sherlock went through a few more of the morning events and concluded that they were normal (normal for them) so dismissed them for being the cause of Johns anger.

The case then, it was the only other thing that had happened. He thought of what he could have done to anger John there. He hadn't had work and had made no plans so he wasn't taking him away from anything. He thought some more and went thought the day's events.

When they got to the crime scene they were let under the tape and entered the house making straight to where the body was. It was obvious that the man had been strangled to death then stabbed repeatedly. Anderson being an idiot said something about it being the wife. Sherlock then berated him calling him an imbecile asking how he even managed to get that far in life being so stupid. (Sherlock considered briefly id this was what got John angry but quickly dismissed the idea. Anderson was an idiot and only an idiot couldn't see that. John was most definitely not an idiot.) After that he told Lestrade that it was obvious that it was the wife's lover. The husband had come home early to surprise his wife but found her with another. The lover having a wife of his own killed the husband when he threatened to reveal the affair. He choked the man with the dressing gown cord (which was why the strangle marks were going up from the pull of the taller man rather than down that it would have if it were the wife,) he grabbed a knife and proceed to stab the man to ensure his death and ran away with both cord and knife. The wife having witnesses this locked the door and has waited around an hour before calling the police. After his explanation he caught John whispering "amazing." Under his breath (so he wasn't angry then Sherlock surmised.)

There was nothing left at the scene but there was the h to find. Eventually they had tracked him down to an old warehouse. Sherlock suggested splitting up to search but John firmly denied and Sherlock couldn't be bothered to argue. He had just heard a noise from above and had shot up the stairs to apprehend the killer. The man was bulky and taller than Sherlock. He also had a knife which was still stained with the husbands' blood. John had smartly decided to go up the other stairs trapping the man. He didn't expect the man to go down without a fight so wasn't surprised when the man lunged for him. Sherlock stepped to the side easily but didn't account for the moment of the man and wash nearly pushed off the catwalk. S it was he managed to grab on to the safety rail and eventually haled himself up. Meanwhile John had tackled the killer to the ground (Sherlock paused his thoughts thinking of how many idiots there were who always underestimated John. At least he knew how brilliant John actually was. (There was that funny feeling in his chest again)) John was panting and before Sherlock could say anything Lestrade who he had called before entering the warehouse (John insisted) had arrived. Since then they had return to Baker Street.

Sherlock had opened his eyes to realise it was dark out and that John was sitting in his chair with a newspaper on his lap. He was pretending to read it but Sherlock knew none of the articled held his attention.

"Something I did in the warehouse made you angry." Sherlock turned his head to look at John.

"Yes" John said putting down his paper

"What?" Sherlock asked

"Haven't you figured it out yourself?" John snorted picking up the paper

"No that's why I'm asking" Sherlock looked at Johns stunned expression "I have made you angry and I would like to know why"

So I don't do it again, Sherlock didn't add.

"You should have just let me deal with the thug, isn't that what I'm there for shooting people trying to kill you," John said bitterly "oh and saying how brilliant you are."

"NO!" Sherlock quick jumped up and strode to Johns chair kneeling between Johns legs (noting John turn red) and placed his hands on Johns' knees.

"yes you do those things but I bring you with me, because you need it, you need London, you need the thrill and the chase," noting the look on Johns face Sherlock added "and I need you with me, you tell me when I am 'a bit not good' and well I would be lost without my blogger." Sherlock looked up into Johns eyes and smiled.

"Ah...well…umm…thanks Sherlock I needed to hear that." John stuttered and made to get up but Sherlock kept him pinned. "What?"

"Why were you angry with me?" Sherlock asked sounding genuinely confused.

"When you fell over the rail, before I saw you right yourself, all I could see was you on the floor, blood pooling out of your head, eyes dead and this time it wouldn't be a trick, I would louse you again and it hurt Sherlock. It was like the fall again and again I couldn't do anything to stop you. I tackled that guy because I thought that because of him I had lost you again. Then afterwards you just stood there didn't say anything, didn't apologise for making me think you would fall again. It hurt me Sherlock."

"John I…" Sherlock stopped and swallowed, feeling something at the back of his throat " John I am sorry that I made you worry, I cannot say I won't do it again, I know that I will but know this, I ever make you worry like that ever again know that I am sorry and I do not do so with that intent."

After that little speech, John was staring at him open-mouthed.

"Thank you Sherlock," John sat there still stunned "was that what you were thinking over all afternoon, why I was angry"

"Of course, what else…" Sherlock was going to say more but was cut off by John pulling him up and bringing their lips together.

The kiss was sweet; a gentle sliding of lips which Sherlock melted into, John then tentatively ran his tongue over Sherlock's lower lip. This caused Sherlock to moan, letting Johns tongue into his mouth. Suddenly Sherlock was thrown to the floor where he fell on his arse looking at John confused.

"Oh god oh god Sherlock I'm so sorry" John was panicking jumping from his seat "Sherlock I didn't mean, shit, I'm sorry just delete it." John then bottled upstairs to his room and slammed his door shut.

Sherlock placed his fingers on his lips remembering the kiss. He enjoyed it. Despite what everyone thought he wasn't a virgin and had some experience in most sexual matters but he experienced them for the facts and never found enjoyment in them. Until now. That one kiss was better than anything he had ever experienced, better than cocaine. The kiss also helped explain the effect John was having on him. When John was happy it would make Sherlock feel better and he would do anything he could do to keep him that way. When John was angry or upset Sherlock tries to get rid of what makes him feel that way of if it is something he has done he actually changes his behaviour (something that he has done for no one before.)

He thinks about his reactions to John's presence. He is always aware of Johns' presence now days, his pulse elevates if in close proximity. Sherlock quickly stood up and looked in the mirror. Dilated pupils, well that proves it. All this together with the feeling he is experiencing of John, Sherlock can conclude that he is in love. With John. Sherlock Holmes is in love with John Watson. Sherlock at first despaired, not that he was in love, but who he was in love with, and he was in love with his straight best friend. Straight best friend who had just kissed him his mind brought up. Was it possible that John felt the same? It was possible since John was the one to kiss him. However he was also the one who pushed him away. Sherlock pondered what he should do. Would he really risk his only friend for a chance of a relationship with the only person he could think he could be with? It would be dangerous risk. Sherlock grinned and headed upstairs to John's room.