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Comfort	By : KymLyn8ee Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 1995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or its characters and i make no moneys from this.. I just think they are pretty.

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Alternate universe. What would have happened if John hadn’t kicked that arrow in the knick of time? After Sarah’s untimely death it’s up to Sherlock to comfort his companion and stop Moriarty. 1
John Watson could have kicked something but judging by his luck that day he decided against it. With the way things had been going he’d probably end up breaking a toe, or worse. Why did they have to make those bloody automated checkouts so loud?! As if the whole world needed to know he was flat broke. And what was he even doing at the market? Shopping for a man who couldn’t even be bothered to eat.
       Watson sighed as he turned on to Baker Street and began fishing for his keys. So help him he was not going back to that market. For once he was going to make the self proclaimed “high functioning sociopath” go buy his own groceries. Honestly, how Sherlock got on without him was a mystery Watson didn’t believe the man himself could solve.
       Too disgruntled to even manage a mumbled hello, Watson pushed past Mrs. Hudson as she chirped her friendly good-day to him. He was going to talk to Sherlock, give that man a piece of his mind, insist that he take some part in the housework and chores because Watson, contrary to the beliefs of every one in town, was not his housewife.
       By the time he had made it up the stairs though most of his anger had already faded. The simple motion, that ability to stomp up the stairs in a fit of rage was something that he could do now only because he had moved in with Sherlock. It was brilliant really, though it hadn’t been Sherlock who had pointed out Watson hungered for the battlefield it was Sherlock who was able to give him what he needed. A soldier needed to be stationed and commanded, Sherlock, as much of an ass as he could be, knew how to do those things. Perhaps Watson could forgive him
       “You took your time,” or maybe he couldn’t.
       “Yeah I didn’t get the sh-
       “What why not?” Watson tried to be patient.
       “Because I had a row in the shop with a chip and pin machine.” Blue eyes actually looked up from the book they had been so carefully studying.
“Y-you had a row with a machine?” Watson would have laughed if he wasn’t so annoyed. That man, despite being sharp to the smallest and most, seemingly, insignificant things could be blissfully ignorant at times. No doubt behind that thin epicene face he was whirling up thousands of ways Watson could have fought with the machine: possibilities, explanations, outcomes. John could see the man looking him over. If Watson had let him finish he probably would have asked how Watson had escaped such a row, and how it had started in the first place. Machines were usually so docile.
      “Sort of, it sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash?” Sherlock’s face visibly relaxed and he even smiled in that charming sort of way that always got him what he wanted. Well… from most people.
       “Take my card.” Sherlock jerked his head in the direction of the kitchen before lowering those eyes back to the book he had been reading. Like a spell, the moment Sherlock lowered his gaze Watson felt the annoyance return in full throttle. Gabbing the card out of Sherlock’s wallet, because there was no way he was, or even could, pay himself he spun back around,
       “You know you could always go yourself. You’ve been sitting there all morning. You haven’t even moved since I left.” Sherlock’s face twisted in thought for a moment but whatever passed through his wild mind Watson was left blissfully unaware of. “And what about that case you were offered?” the words just tumbled out of his mouth before he even realized it. Seeing Sherlock so passively stationary was just irksome. Every day Watson was out job hunting and errand running and Sherlock, Sherlock was just sitting in a chair and reading. What made it worse was that jobs just fell into his lap and he didn’t even take them. Not interesting enough for him.
       “Not interested,” Sherlock commented shifting slightly in his chair. “I sent them a message.” Watson tried not to look at him for fear his anger would once more be washed away by those crafty blue eyes. He waited for Sherlock to respond to his other comment. Seconds passed and Watson gave in and looked up at him. There was that look and out he went to get the groceries.

More to come! i stuck pretty close to the plot for this one but ill be mixing it up :) and it will get kinky.
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