In which John meets old friends for a pint and Sherlock reads too much.

In which John meets old friends for a pint and Sherlock reads too much.

When Sherlock comes down with the flu, he's nothing at all like John might have imagined him. For swtalmnd's MMaM prompt.

When John looked at him, Sherlock felt whole, felt like he was who he was meant to be. Not a freak, an oddity, or a monster in-between.

Author: what_alchemy
Summary: “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.”

Sherlock searches for the right words.

Regular people, normal people, people like good, warm, tea-making, hair-stroking John, they have visible pulses, pulses that slow and quicken, pulses tied to their emotions and their brains and their life forces. Pulses attached to whatever animates them.

Sherlock has no such time-keeping.

Regular people, normal people, people like good, warm, tea-making, hair-stroking John, they have visible pulses, pulses that slow and quicken, pulses tied to their emotions and their brains and their life forces. Pulses attached to whatever animates them.

Sherlock has no such time-keeping.

Regular people, normal people, people like good, warm, tea-making, hair-stroking John, they have visible pulses, pulses that slow and quicken, pulses tied to their emotions and their brains and their life forces. Pulses attached to whatever animates them.

Sherlock has no such time-keeping.

Age happens. This is not Sherlock's area.

John has a keepsake. And a mouth on him. BRILLIANT.

“He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.”

Sherlock searches for the right words.

John doesn't know what he's found beneath Sherlock's floorboards, but he'll be damned if he's going to give it up.

From the Author:
Summary:
John doesn't know what he's found beneath Sherlock's floorboards, but he'll be damned if he's going to give it up.
My notes: I'm surprised I haven't seen more crossovers, tbh. I like this one, though. It is a quiet little story.

From the Author:
Summary:
John doesn't know what he's found beneath Sherlock's floorboards, but he'll be damned if he's going to give it up.
My notes: I'm surprised I haven't seen more crossovers, tbh. I like this one, though. It is a quiet little story.

Regular people, normal people, people like good, warm, tea-making, hair-stroking John, they have visible pulses, pulses that slow and quicken, pulses tied to their emotions and their brains and their life forces. Pulses attached to whatever animates them.

Sherlock has no such time-keeping.

//Sherlock is made of wood. Literally.

Summary: If John were to imagine Sherlock as a woman, he might have pictured someone who looked less like a spotty twelve year old trying to imitate her far lovelier elder sister.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/351255

Sherlock finds John's grandfather's stethoscope.

“He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.”

Sherlock searches for the right words.

Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

John grows a moustache. This disturbs Sherlock.