Johnlock, #15

John
"Then I'll stay until he kicks me out", I said and looked at her from above my eyeglasses. For a twenty seven year old, I shouldn't wear them, it aged me, as Harry said, but I spent my whole life on correcting writing and typing on laptop. There goes that."Are you trying to tick me off?"

"No I am advising you to stay away from Sherlock" Sally said, causing Sherlock to whip around at the mentioning at his name. The mini argument between him and Lestrade had finished, and Sherlock had clearly won. "Next week Sherlock" Lestrade said, but Sherlock was no longer paying attention to him. "You seemed to enjoy yourself at Anderson's yesterday Sally" Sherlock said, clearly noticing how John was acting because of her. "I bet his floors are very clean now" He added, nodding to her knees.

John
I huffed air through my nose with a faint whistle trying to hide laughter at his 'subtlety'. Or maybe he didn't know. Oh, innocent child."I think that was subtext for get out."

"Yeah, Anderson is missing his mop" Sherlock added to John's statement. He smiled at his own comment, amused because of Sally's hair. She grunted and moved from her position, self consciously fixing her hair.

John
I laughed, this time out loud. Psychopath? Sherlock? Not a chance. He was an idiot, a bloody brilliant idiot, that is, but he wasn't a person to go kill someone just to have fun, and that's what psychopaths do."I think she got enough."

Sherlock grinned at him as he heard Sally walking out of the door. "Freak" She mumbled as she left. Lestrade sighed at the boys, "No wonder everyone hates you Sherlock" He said, and Sherlock dismissed this with a hand wave. "Not everyone"

John
"Most", I added to his comment and continued doing my work. "Halfway done with your book, Sherlock", I told him putting a dot on the page.

Sherlock walked over to John and peered over his shoulder to look. "Good" He said, scanning the page quickly. "How are you enjoying it?" He asked, now ignoring Lestrade.

John
Obviously, personal space was unknown to Sherlock."It's quite good, wouldn't be worse if you split Georgia into two characters. I know that people in real life have conflicts, but to follow them all in one character could be confusing for readers who don't get into books."

Sherlock thought about his comment for a minute, then nodded. He moved back from John and Sherlock pressed his clasped hands against his lips. "You provide a valid point" He said, still thinking.

John
"It's all understandable that she worries about herself and others, but at the same time, she can't run around and put herself into danger, her family's at stake. People do that in real life, I understand it, but you may gain a lot of negativity from idiots that are out there."

"That would be everyone, they are all idiots" Sherlock said, still thinking quite deeply. Sherlock returned to his position over John's shoulder scanning the few pages he could see. "Let's do that then"

John
"Luckily, she's a character that appeared in the middle, so you don't have to edit the entire thing", I told him.

Sherlock nodded again, "Yes; it shouldn't be too harder thing to do"

(meep)

(get on chat loser i have a johnlock idea + i wanna talk to you)

Sherlock took a long deep breath as he gazed down the sheer drop of the building, was he ready to do this? What other time is there? He reached into his pocket and removed his phone from it. 'John' He started the text, and took another breath. 'Come to Bart's, it is urgent. SH' He pressed send and clung tightly to his phone as he waited for John.

John
The only thought in my mind when I read the text from Sherlock was 'what did you this time'. 'I can't, I'm working. What's wrong?' I texted back and stretched my fingers to continue writing.

'John, just come. SH' Sherlock glanced down at the drop again. He hoped he would come before he began having second thoughts. He knew his plan will work perfectly, and it was the best way to get this information, but it was still slightly risky.

(We're aiming to make sherlock say please)

John
'I really can't right now, this has to be done by tomorrow', I texted back. What could be so urgent that he texted me? Usually he doesn't even notice if I'm gone.

(good plan)

Sherlock sighed in frustration, why won't John just come? 'It is urgent. SH' Sherlock didn't want to be reduced to begging, but if that is what it took then that is what will happen.

(is it only my family who take forever to get ready. My broters girlfriend is sat next to me waiting for him)

John
'And so is my work', I replied and continued typing. I didn't like Sherlock's decisions, especialy when they were whimsical and including me.

(Im totally not writing an after fall pining sherlock fic
And its angst
And km not showing it to you bc you will skin me)

(awh but hazel wants to see it)
Sherlock sighed again, thinking he might as well just sit down as he was beginning to register the small ache in my legs. 'Please?' Here comes the begging, maybe bribing will work next. Or blackmail.
(i cant go on chat as phone will take a swan dive)

(But angst)

John
I stared at my phone in disbelief.'I'm on my way. Is everything alright?' Sherlock never begged, for anything, this was unheard of. I got up and grabbed my jacket.

(but maggy's writing)
Finally. Sherlock fiddled with the phone in his hand, not bothering to answer the last text. He stretched out his legs trying to return the blood flow to them.

(and the title is based on the song which tears my heart and i cant listen to past the first chorus)

John
Sherlock didn't respond to my last text. 'Have you died in the meantime?' I texted, trying to be funny. In reality, I was terrified. Sherlock had to answer to everything laid down in front of him, his silence was suspicious.