John woke up feeling a bit odd. His bed felt slightly warmer than usual and his soldier's instincts were kicking in and telling him that somebody was in the room staring at him. John shifted around carefully, and turned on his side to see exactly who was intruding in his room.
Sherlock.
John groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Sherlock was indeed staring at John. In fact, he was sitting right next to John on his bed, still wearing the same exact clothes he had been wearing last night. Somebody didn't go to sleep last night.
"John."
Pretending to ignore the man, John turned back over on his side and checked the clock on his bedsi
Going to a crime scene handcuffed to Sherlock Holmes had to be at least the second most mortifying experience John had ever experienced.
"Err, John, I believe you have a Sherlock attached to you " Lestrade couldn't keep the grin from spreading over his face. It was all he could do to prevent himself from bursting out laughing.
Scratch that, it was definitely the most mortifying experience John had ever experienced.
"Yea, thanks for that Greg. I hadn't noticed." John scowled and once again tugged at the handcuffs binding him and Sherlock together. Sherlock gave John a pouting look, but backed off when John shot his 'Army Commander Look
"I have the solution to your dilemma." Mycroft announced, looking at both Sherlock and John. "I have called the locksmith, who made this pair of handcuffs. Luckily for you two, he isn't as stupid as Sherlock and had a key made for them just in case."
Sherlock looked slightly livid at this, muttering a small curse towards the locksmith. John didn't give a damn about what Sherlock was thinking; he was eagerly looking to Mycroft, the man suddenly becoming something of a savior.
"Thank god! How long until he can get it here?"
"Oh I have it now." Mycroft fished inside his suit's pocket for a moment before pulling out a small key. Automatically
Sleepwalker. [Johnlock Oneshot.] by John-locked, literature
Literature
Sleepwalker. [Johnlock Oneshot.]
John awoke to a soft rattling from downstairs, his eyes feeling heavy as he forced them opened. He'd just gotten to sleep not even a few hours ago and he'd thought Sherlock had gone to sleep aswell, but apparently not. Getting from his bed, he slipped on his robe and tying it loosely around his abdomen, letting it hang off his shirtless frame. "For Gods sake." He murmured, blinking slowly as he descended down the stairs and looked around for the sound which was getting louder and louder. It sounded like a rustle and then a small thump, over and over. "Sherlock?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the empty living room. "Are you aw