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.


6. Small Talk

John awoke to the smell of breakfast drifting from the kitchen. He sat up and stretched, letting a moan leave his lips slightly as he stood and walked into the kitchen. One hand scratched the back of his head and the other reached for a mug.

                “Good morning John,” he half expected the deep voice of Sherlock but instead heard Sarah and opened his eyes completely.

                “Oh, good morning.” Coffee was poured into his cup as he watched the woman work her way around the kitchen, preparing a delicious breakfast.

                “Why don’t you take a seat at the table and I’ll bring you a plate?” she smiled and he nodded. His feet carried him to the table that sat just beyond the counter; the window behind it went from ceiling to floor.

                “I never noticed how you could see almost all of London from this window,” he smirked and heard a plate being set down on the glass table. He turned, “ah, thank you.” The two of them sat down and ate in silence. Sarah was a lovely cook… John had forgotten that about her. It had been months since the two had dated- Sarah was the first relationship he had since he had met Sherlock. It only took about a month of being friends with him that he had met Sarah. Sadly their relationship ended as quickly as it started.

                “So… um… if you don’t mind me asking… Since you and Sherlock are no longer… acquainted… does this mean that you’ll begin dating again?” her question struck him at the perfect time. Most women he dated hated the aspect of him being friends with Sherlock- he would always make the rudest deductions about his girlfriends. John smiled and his cheeks lit up a light shade of red.

                “I believe so. I might look back into some past relationships that would’ve worked if Sherlock wasn’t around.” He scratched the back of his head and went on eating.

                “Oh… Because I was wondering that… well… since you’re looking for a place to stay you could… move in here if you’d like.” Her voice was squeaky as she tried to keep herself from stuttering and messing up this moment, “Naomi moved out while you were asleep this morning and the space is pretty big. You get your own bathroom too.” She looked away, rubbing her upper arms, “this place is too big for one person alone. I’m afraid you’d feel the same way if you were to move in a flat by yourself. I don’t believe loneliness is a state that fits you- more of… Sherlock’s type. Plus it would be nice to have someone in the house that didn’t leave filthy messes all around.” She joked and John smiled.

                “I’d love that. I’ll get Ms. Hudson to have some people bring my things over. So… Sarah… how are things with you now?” John tried to change the subject with a shy smile and raised eyebrows. She looked back towards him and sighed.

                “Oh I don’t know. Things have been the usual I guess. All my time is spent at work and none on my social life. I guess that’s why I’m single,” she kept pushing hints towards John and he could tell, happy that she still had some interest in him. “What about you John? Might have some riveting tales of cases you and Sherlock have solved.” She giggled and John shook his head, swishing around the coffee in his mug. He didn’t want to think back to that time at the moment. Sarah cleared her throat and stood up.

                “Well, um, I’d better get going. I’ll cover for you at work so you can get settled in. Text me if you need anything,” she took her plate to the sink and John held up his phone.

                “I don’t have your number, remember?” he called from the table and she wrote it down on a notepad. Her arms slipped into her lab coat and she yelled her goodbye’s from the door. John finished eating and washed all of the dishes in the kitchen. He leaned his back against the counter and thought that a cold shower and a walk in the park would ease his mind off things. He picked up his phone thinking that it would be nice if he could meet his old friend Mike Stamford at the park as well. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stood there for a moment before slouching off to go take a cold shower.

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