Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

Promise - Johnlock

Sherlock's P.O.V

I was nervous. Nervous as hell.

I sat in the middle of the airport, wringing my hands anxiously. I adjusted my scarf, and looked back and forth across the open room. Then, defeated, I stared down at my shoes.

Where the hell was he?

John had been in the army. Afghanistan, to be exact. He was gone for nearly a year. He was supposed to be gone for longer, but he was deployed. He couldn't break it to me over text, or Skype, he said he wanted to explain it in person. I had no idea what was going on with him. I just hoped he was okay.

"Sherlock?!"

I looked up from my shoes and saw an absolute sight; John was holding all his bags, about 6 in total, and he had a cane. That worried me, but I tried not to think about it. He was still in his uniform, and his hair was cut shorter than before. He was tanned slightly, and apart from the cane, he looked good.

"What are you doing here?" He limped over to me, and dropped all his stuff at our feet. "I was coming home to see you..."

"I know. I couldn't wait." He pulled me into him and gave me the tightest hug in the world. "Please don't leave me again."

"I won't." He looked up at my face, and I wanted desperately to kiss him. But I couldn't. "Can you help me carry my bags?"

"Of course." I picked up 5 of his bags, and he took the last one – the smallest one – and he frowned at me.

"I can hold more than this, ya know." He grumbled. He adjusted his cane and chucked the bag over his shoulder.

"You have a limp, and a cane. You deserve some help."

He mumbled something that I didn't understand, and I chuckled. He sighed, and hobbled along side me as we made our way through customs. It was tedious, as always, but it was worth it.

*

"Welcome home, John!" Mrs Hudson, our landlady, ran up to us and wrapped John in a hug. "Whatever happened to your leg?"

"Shoulder, actually." I tried not to freak out, and took the bag off his shoulder and brought them into our living room. "Have you been able to rent out the basement yet?"

"No, not yet." She sighed. John patted her on the shoulder, then walked into our living room.

"I'm sure you have more stories to tell. Such as what happened to your shoulder and why you were deployed." I said dryly, sitting down on the couch. He stumbled over to me and sat down right beside me.

"I was shot. Here." He pointed to his shoulder. "That's why I was deployed."

"Then why are you lim- psychosomatic limp, isn't it?"

"Dunno. I'll talk to my therapist about it."

He rested his cane against the arm of the couch, and fell backwards, letting his head hit the back of the couch. I fell back with him, and we turned to face each other.

"I missed you... so much more than I thought I would." He sighed. He tucked his hands behind his head, and looked up at the roof.

I followed his gaze, and folded my hands on my lap. "I missed you, too."

Next, he did something that wasn't unpleasant, but certainly surprised me; he rolled over and hugged me again. He put his head on my chest, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I sucked in a breath, then cautiously placed a hand on his back. I felt him smile on my chest, and I was sure that he could feel my racing heartbeat.

I had tried to delete my feelings for him multiple times. It had worked a few times. But, they immediately came back when I saw him again. It was just like the first day I met him; I fell in love instantly. And there was nothing I could do about it. I had deleted my feelings for him when he went to Afghanistan, but the moment I saw him, they came back. There was truly nothing I could do.

"Your heart is going a hundred miles an hour, mate." He laughed, and I felt my heart squeeze. He was going to be the death of me...

"Well, you're a doctor. Figure it out."

"I'm not as smart as you-"

"No. No one is. But that's okay. You're smart in your own way. You remember things I forget. You're smarter than you give yourself credit for, trust me. Figure it out."

He thought for a moment, then grabbed my wrist. He was learning. He looked into my eyes, and studied my pupils.

"Your heart rate has accelerated, your pupils have dilated to an alarming size, and your pulse is beating quickly too." He thought for another moment, about what that meant. "Are you-?"

"Am I what?"

"Well, all those are signs of attraction, so-"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm attracted to you. I keep trying to delete my feelings towards you, but it's seemingly impossible. Even if it does work, the second I see you or think about you again, it all comes flooding back and there's not much I can do about it. I'm terribly sorry, John. I never expected you to find out about this. I thought I could keep it a secret, I never wanted to hurt you. I know you're straight, so I can't expect-"

"I thought you were smarter than that."

"What?!"

"Whoever said I'm straight?"

"Y-You did! You always say 'I'm not gay!' all the time!"

"There's more than just gay and straight."

"Then, what are you?"

"Bi. And, I think I know you well enough to know that you're gay."

"You would be correct." He giggled, and I thought my heart might stop beating, then explode. "So, you aren't mad?"

"No. Quite the opposite, actually." My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates – not literally, then I'd have to see a specialist – and he crawled over and sat on my lap. I sat up, and I was the most startled I had ever been in my life. And I've faced death. Multiple times. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" He asked. He was so polite, and I couldn't help but smile and nod. He smiled back, and leant down towards me. He kissed my cheek first, and I smiled even wider than before. He moved back and kissed me. Finally. For real this time. It was soft and slow, not filled with lust or passion. But, there was still emotion there.

I took his chubby face in my hands, and pulled his head down to kiss his forehead. He giggled again, and snuggled up to my chest. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, wary of his shoulder. He placed his face in the crook of my neck, and I buried my nose in his hair. He smelled the same as he always did, but I'd never gotten close enough to fully take it in. It was nice, just holding him. He was so warm and his presence was extremely comforting.

"So, what does this mean, huh?" He asked into my neck. His warm breath felt amazing on my neck, and it made me nearly forget his question. "Sherlock?"

"What do you want it to mean?" I asked, shocking myself with how shy I sounded.

"Well, I dunno. I would like to date you, but I know you've never done that before, so I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off." I laughed, and lifted his chin up with my finger. I pecked him lightly on the lips, and that seemed to put him at ease.

"If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do."

"I don't want you to do something you aren't okay with."

"I'd tell you if I was uncomfortable."

"Promise?" He asked, turned back to kiss my neck lightly.

"Promise..."