Characters: Sherly and JWat When: Backdated to after John's failed attempts at seducing Buffy, Tuesday afternoon Location: 601-b Warnings/Rating: All of the usual awesome Summary: A little light relief after all of the angst, featuring Jealous!Showoff!Sherlock and embarrassed!hopefullyseduced!John Status: Private, ongoing
Sherlock had learnt that he really just had to let John take care of him. Not only because it made John feel useful, but because he had realised, whilst he was holed up in the infirmary, that they needed to accept they loved each other. And when people loved each other they did things for them. Nice, little things as well as big things like traipsing across a barren landscape to find your boyfriend's almost dead body in Kansas. That kind of thing.
So he was obediently sitting in bed, playing with a Rubik's cube. He'd solved it already, but he still liked to play. It gave his hands something do. He rather liked this, though. John hadn't left his side for days aside to go and get them both something to eat or help Sherlock to the shower (it hadn't been as amorous as he had hoped, but there was time for that when he was able to stand under hot water without feeling a little woozy) and they'd spent a delightful amount of time talking. Talking and planning and reading quietly. Peaceful, peaceful time together.
Dropping the Rubik's cube on the bed, Sherlock reached for the Keats book on the bedside table. John had been gone a while and Sherlock was not only bored (and lonely) he was starting to get a little concerned. He'd give his partner another five minutes and then he would go and seek him out. Five minutes so as not to seem stifling and paranoid...