(This is a short fan fiction that I wrote for my friend. This is a fan fiction about Sherlock and Watson from the TV show Sherlock Holmes BBC and yes I'm shipping them together because my friend is always fan girl about them at school everyday so I decided to write a fan fiction for her. I will also write other fan fictions of Sherlock Holmes; Sherlock and Irene, some more Sherlock and Watson and Sherlock and Scarlett which is a made up character that I have created so enjoy this Sherlock X Watson fan fiction)
What I am writing here is not to be put in my blog so I guess you can call it a journal entry that is too personal for others to see. I want to write my feelings about my roommate ; the one who loves to play the violin early in the morning, keeps dead body parts in the house, does experiments on the the kitchen table and a consulting detective.
My roommate's name is Sherlock Holmes. Well, who am I you ask? My name is John Watson. I'm nothing compared to the great Sherlock; I was a doctor in the army until I got shot and I was release to go back to London. Right now or should I say when Sherlock has one of his cases, I'm usually there with him as a sidekick of crime.
What's happening right now is that there is no case for Sherlock to work on and may I say I'm surprise that he's calm and not freaking out. But may I say that is pretty weird even if it's Sherlock I'm talking about here. I left my room and went across the kitchen taking a glimpse of the clock and see that it is the afternoon.
I enter the living room to be always dirty and never had I once have ever seen it clean. Then I see Sherlock curled up in a ball on the depressing couch, which I like to call it since it seems to be that Sherlock perches on it when he's under the weather allot. But how my companion is curl up in a ball is different and it makes me worried. He is wearing his blue robe with his gray pj bottoms and his long legs are being hold by his arms up to his chin. I can't get a glimpse of his face since his scrawny and broad back is facing me. He reminds me of a baby right now until he turns his face to me, staring into my eyes directly with his piecing eyes.
Then snap! I notice that Sherlock isn't his usually self. His face was very pale and I know that he is already pale himself but today he appears to be pale as snow. Also, I have notice that his face expression is very depressing, one that might belong to a dead man. Then suddenly Sherlock speaks in a crispy voice making me stop examining my companion.
"Watson why are... you looking at me funny?" I didn't even realize that my face looks funny but I feel embarrass now.
" Um... are you feeling alright Sherlock?" Then suddenly I feel a weird feeling in my gut about Sherlock.
"Yes, I am...perfectly fine." he turns his face back to the couch and I can tell that he is lying to me since I have been his roommate for so long that I know a lot about him. The fact is that he never knew that the earth went around the sun and that the dates I go on are dates that I go with someone I love. It's not like I don't like him, I do love him but because I love Sherlock so much I need to know what he is lying about. I walk towards the morose couch and see that the ball that Sherlock is in tightens up since he probably hears me walking closer to him.
I grasp his shoulders and turn him over so that I can see his face. My companion instantly removes my hands off of me and glances at me.
"What are...you doing Watson?" There it is again the crispy voice and the heavy breathing. I knew something is up and now that I have confirm that there is a problem I need to know what it is exactly.
"You're not lying to me are you?" I try to read my companion's face but I can't even pick up one thing from him but that his face is very pale.
"What do...you mean by "lying"?"
"Your voice."
"My voice?"
"Yes, it sounds very different today." Sherlock's eyebrows go down as he becomes confound at what I have declared.
"Well, it's just...a bit sore that's all."
"From what!" I shouldn't have shriek like that but my feelings just overcame me.
"I don't... know! From...yelling or something. Why?" Now my companion caught me on the spot this time. I took my eyes off of Sherlock and gaze around the room to avoid his piercing eyes.
"Watson?" He calls my name which startled me for some reason every time I hear him calling for me. I look back into his eyes which show confusion.
"Then is that why your voice sounds crispy too?" I stare at him as if that could get the answer out of him. He ignores my question and decides to go back into his curled ball position but I am not letting this conversation end right now. I quickly clutch his shoulders before he has the chance to hide from me. But out of no where I lose my balance and find myself falling on my companion. The next second I am on top of Sherlock and as my reaction I blush a little bit at the situation I am in.
Then I quickly observe other things about Sherlock and me. Our legs are cross together as my face is just 20 cm away from Sherlock's very pale face. We glance in each of our eyes and quickly look a way blushing. Sherlock quickly ducks his head into his chest with his black curly hair covering his face and I can only detect his heavy breathing. I became curious of my companion's reaction that I move my hand close to his forehead. Even though my hand shakes I still put my hand on his forehead.
Then I finally got the answer I was looking for that Sherlock is sick. I found that out because when I felt his forehead it was steaming hot. That could explain Sherlock's throat, voice and his face. I remove my hand off of his face and I wanted to see if what I predicted was actually right.
"You're sick aren't you?" I suggest but I already know that one of Sherlock's lies are coming back to me.
"No, I'm...perfectly fine-"
"Like you usually say Sherlock don't see but observe with your eyes so I observed that you are sick."
"Ha, using that against me-cough-" Sherlock stops and starts to cough non-stop. We stop are conversation and I begin to suggest things for Sherlock.
"Do you need water?" He shakes his head no and continues to cough. " Medicine?" he shakes his head again. "Soup with crackers?" He shakes his head and begins to cough even louder that he had to cove his mouth with both of his hands. "I'll get you cough medicine!" I declare as I raise my body off of Sherlock's for one second. But it is like the gravity was so strong that it just pulls me back down on Sherlock and making me only 10 cm away from my companion's face this time. It isn't the gravity but it is Sherlock himself. His strong big hands are on my hips and they gripping me tightly that I feel a shiver up my back.
I stare into his deep blue eyes and instantly become lost in them. Everything seem to be so quiet and it seem it is only Sherlock and me in a empty white space as if it is like we were in space of some sort.
"Please don't leave me. All I want is for you to stay with me." Those words went flying in to my ears as beautiful music making my heart beat faster and faster.I didn't know who said those words. Who said them? Was it Sherlock? It's not like I wouldn't be happy if is Sherlock who said them, it's just... Wait, the only person who could have said those words is the only person here which is Sherlock.
From all the dates I have been on no one had never made me feel so alive like this but only Sherlock. But what about him? Does he feel the same strange feeling I'm feeling right now? I realize that this isn't a dream and I find myself staring into Sherlock's eyes which had a sort of sparkle in them. Then I feel another shiver run up my back as I feel myself being pulled closer to Sherlock. I don't even care if it is the gravity or Sherlock but just as long I'm getting closer to my companion. Sherlock's hands move up my back to my head and he slides his fingers into my hair.
My heart feels like it's a bomb that is just ready to explode from so much happiness. Sherlock pulls my ear close to his mouth as I feel a tickle from his nose.
"Watson will you sleep with me?" My heart suddenly bursts to my companion's question and my face is now fully red like a tomato. I try to reply back but I have so much trouble to say just one word.
"A-aah-yes!" I move my head back so that we have eye view of each other again. Sherlock moves over to make room for me and so I lie beside him. He thanks me and we are both now lying beside each other on the couch. I felt so close to him right now that I could even hear his heartbeat. I couldn't control my feelings of how bless I am anymore that I quickly hug Sherlock and hide my fluster face in his chest. I close my eyes because I felt so lucky I couldn't believe it.
I slept the whole day with Sherlock on the depressing couch even though I wasn't even tired. But there is no need to call it a depressing couch but Sherlock's and my couch; our couch. The next day Sherlock is fine but now he is freaking out because he has no case to work on. Thank god he has no case. Why I say that is because he always brings me with him to the crime scene no matter how busy I am. For the only reason why Sherlock is up and ready to go is because his sickness went to me. But do I see my companion asking me if I need water or food or medicine! He makes me feel like I have no feelings but I'm only here to listen to him rambling off. But whatever because that's what makes Sherlock special to me and a new memory to remember of us.
