The Honest Question
Tiny but realistic one-shot! (In my opinion!)
No claim to ownership of anyone, anything, or any stuff whatsoever.
"Sherlock?" John asked, looking at Sherlock from his position in the leather armchair by the fire.
"Yes?" Sherlock replied, carefully dropping exactly 3 droplets of glycerine to the slide at the kitchen table.
"Will you ever get bored of me?" John asked curiously, watching Sherlock closely.
Sherlock immediately put down his science experiment and turned his full attention toward his flatmate.
"What?" The younger asked.
"Will you, the high functioning sociopath, get bored of me? Dull and stupid Doctor John Watson" John elaborated.
"Why would I get bored with you, you have a gun" Sherlock replied with a furrowed brow.
"Is that all I am to you then? A gun?" John asked with a weak smile.
"Well, you are not just a trained Army Doctor…you are my flatmate, my only friend" Sherlock replied, one eyebrow now raised.
"But you get bored of everything, you can't stand to be around Lestrade or Mrs Hudson for more than necessary; will you be like that with me in a few years?" John asked again.
"You won't be here in a few years" Sherlock replied mechanically, the confused expression firmly back in place.
"Why? Where will I be?" John asked in a sudden panic.
"Based on your previous and current behaviours; logic dictates that you will find a mate and settle down to breed" Sherlock said robotically.
"'Settle down to breed' – honestly, Sherlock, you make having a family sound awful." John said with a smile.
"I have calculated that with the ratio of females to males in London, and the chance factor in the equation, it would take little over eight months before you find the one" Sherlock said, now looking rather pleased with himself.
"How does that make you feel?" John probed curiously.
"That is irrelevant to the equation" Sherlock replied quickly.
"No it isn't" John batted back.
"Why?" the taller asked.
John smiled and looked toward the fire grate. "You didn't factor in the male to male ratio" he said, changing the subject.
At this, Sherlock's left eyebrow flew higher than ever before as he studied John closely. "How did I not know?" he asked.
John laughed "Because I didn't allow you to find out" the doctor replied calmly.
Sherlock turned back to his experiment; "You have an answer to your question" he said.
"Hang on" Said the confused doctor "What is the answer?" he questioned.
Sherlock turned only his face toward the soldier. "You still surprise me after 3 years and 6 months of living together" the detective explained "The perfect mystery" he continued. "I will never get bored of you, John. More likely, that you will get bored of me first" he finished.
John smiled knowingly and got to his feet, he walked toward Sherlock, the younger never taking his sharp eyes from his approaching form.
"Well, I don't think I will, Sherlock" John said confidently. "Because," he started "You also didn't factor into the equation that I had already met the one".
Sherlock opened his mouth to reply but quickly closed it again, his one eyebrow look changing into the expression of pure epiphany.
"Will you have me?" John asked with a questioning eyebrow.
"I already do" Sherlock stated with a genuine smile.
John smiled before bending slightly and gently touching his lips to Sherlock's in a first kiss. It was by no means romantic, nor long and sloppy, it was a continuation of the conversation and reassured each man that they were indeed on the same page.
After a minute or two, John pulled away with another smile before heading back to his armchair to retrieve his laptop.
Sherlock turned back to his experiment and picked up the glycerine dropper as though nothing had interrupted him at all.