Just Another Parentlock: Sherlock

I'm deathly in love with the show Sherlock. So most of the fanfics I've seen on this site are about 1D. If you don't know much about the show well... yeah, go watch it. xD anyways, sorry for the people who do know the show, i spelled it like Ms. Hudson and not Mrs. Hudson. but im too lazy to change it. ANYWAYS! This is a fanfic including some fluffy Johnlock and Parentlock later on. Plus I haven't proof read and its still a rough draft... So yeah, go wild.


8. Normality?

John walked the expanse of the sidewalk, looking to see the big figure of his friend. He finally saw Mike Stamford sitting on a bench, his tan coat brushing his sides as he stood with a wave. The two hadn’t seen each other since the first time John had met Sherlock. They occasionally met for drinks ever so often but there was never any real time when they say down and just… talked. The man gave a friendly hug and took a good look at John.

                “My, my, how nice to see you again Watson,” Mike smiled and he returned the words with a grinning nod.

                “So why’d you chose now to see me? Seems like whenever you want to talk something’s going on. That’s what therapists are for. I should be getting money for this,” he gave a silly wink and John ignored his comment, looked up at the sky which began to turn grey from the clouds heavy with rain.

                “That’s what friends are for though… listening to each other’s issues and try to help them. It’s a normal thing to do.” He muttered with his voice holding a matter-of-fact tone. Mike was quiet for a little bit, resorting to small talk. The two spoke all morning. Their conversations steered John’s mind away from Sherlock which was a plus. They talked about the weather, how Mike was doing, politics, new movies- things that people usually weaved into conversations. Mike pulled up his coat sleeve to check the time, his fingers restlessly tapping on his knee. John decided that Mike supposedly had to be somewhere and stood with a yawn.

                “Well, I have to get back to my flat, Sarah is supposed to get off work for the rest of the day and help me move around the things in my room.” He smiled and held out his hand. Mike took it with a baby faced smile.

                “Till next time,” Mike tipped a nonexistent hat and John gave a casual salute.

                “Next time,” John began to walk back to the entrance of the park, proud that he was socializing with real people again. He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. His post traumatic limp was returning. I need to get a cane again. Maybe something that would last me a while- or something like Mycroft’s brolly, he thought with a mental shrug. Everything was so peaceful today. Even though London was due for a good rain either today or early tomorrow, things were perfect. People didn’t stare or look at him weird because a man in a long black coat was following him, or pointing out that him and Sherlock were gay (they obviously were not anything close to gay) and life felt as though it were falling into a normal mold. Hmmm… I might ask Sarah out on a date tonight. No need in waiting on a relationship when we knew it was already bound to happen once again his smile grew. He withheld the uncertainty in his heart and suppressed the butterflies that hatched in his stomach. The thought of dating again sent a wave of goose bumps down his arms and legs. He had set her number in his phone and wasn’t sure if he should text her or call her or wait until she arrived back at their flat. He decided a text would be fine, too embarrassed to talk out loud. John felt like a young teenage boy with his first crush.

                Hey Sarah, I wanted to know if you might want to go out tonight… like to dinner or something. This morning brought back a lot of memories that I would like to experience again. Sorry if all of this is… a bit much. Short notice I know but now that Sherlock won’t be interfering, things should work out. –JW It took only a few moments before she had replied to his IM. He smiled as her name brought his phone screen to life.

                If you’d like. Where do you think we could go? John noticed that it was only his circle of friends that labeled their texts… Mycroft was MH, Sherlock had SH, John’s was pretty obvious, and Greg was GL- and so on.

                I had Pied a Terre in mind. It’s close by and… I mean I kind of wanted an expensive place for us. A little “I’m sorry” for all of the times I had to leave for Sherlock. –JW

I would love that John :) He didn’t answer after that text, just slid his phone back into his pocket and gave a happy sigh. He felt light, like so much weight had been taken off his shoulders. John's mouth curled up into a smile as his licked his lips and walked back to the flat.


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