Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

Vamplock

I really like vamplock for some reason. So hear you go. Gets a bit smutty at the end but just kissing.

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Sherlocks POV

John was always out with a girl nowadays. I was lonely. Did I do something wrong? I probably did. After one particular case John disappeared for two days. I pulled it out of my memory.

It was cold and rainy and my hair was either frozen or plastered to my face. I went through the case again. Five people found. Three women, a man and a young boy. They were all connected to a man named Michael Fenwick. One woman was his ex-wife, the other was his current wife and the last was the one that he was having an affair with. The man was his ex-wife's husband and the child was his own. All their throats had been ripped out. John and I were running through the rain trying to catch him. He had a hood on so I couldn't see his face. I hoped he was smiling. I liked it when John smiled. The killer turned into an ally and we cornered him. He attacked John. Tried to kill him like he did the others. I didn't see how though, I had been knocked into a bin. When I had been freed I pinned Michael to the wall and handcuffed him. I turned to see if John was ok and he gave me a thumbs up. After Lestrand had arrived and the killer had been taken away I turned to talk to him. He wasn't there. He didn't come back until two days later. He told me he just wasn't feeling well and went to the hospital. He found and a girl after and that I could deduce the rest. I didn't believe him. I still don't believe him.

After that case, he hasn't come on any others. He avoids me and has a date almost every day. I was sad. I didn't let him see it through. Molly saw. Molly always saw. Eventually five months after the case I overdosed. The world was pointless. John hated me and rarely talked to me. He didn't love me like I loved him. It had been bearable when he came on cases when he talked to me, but not anymore.

Johns POV

I sat by Sherlocks hospital bed tears falling down my face. I had found him on his chair. He looked dead. I couldn't bear to lose him. He had written a note. I had it with me. It was obvious he was trying to write something else. There were so many erase marks. The only thing he wrote was "BORED". I can't believe that the man I love is dying. Well, they say he's going to get better and as a doctor, I know they're right. It hurts though it really hurts.

Two days later Sherlock finally woke up. When he was stable the staff let me see him. I made my way over to his bed and hugged him. I pulled away to see he wasn't looking at me. "Sherlock?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, shocked.

"I'm sorry I thought you would want me gone. You ignored me. You stopped caring. I'm so sorry." he choked out.

"Oh no-no-no. I could never hate you. I'm so sorry. I'll explain at the flat." I said.

Three days later Sherlock was released from the hospital. I opened the door to the taxi and to 221b Baker Street. When we arrived back in the flat after a bone-crushing hug from Mrs Hudson, Sherlock sat down in his chair and motioned for me to sit in mine. I sighed, apparently he hadn't forgotten about me promising to tell him what was going on. I walked over to the chair and was about halfway there before a stabbing pain hit my throat and I fell. I had forgotten to feed. I was too worried about Sherlock. Sherlock was at my side in seconds. This was bad. I stood up quickly and walked the rest of the way to my chair. I hid my face from him and he sat in his chair. I sighed and turned to face him. He froze. His mouth hung open. Now that was tempting to kiss.

Sherlocks POV

John turned to look at me and I froze. His eyes were red. He smiled and his canines had turned to fangs. "I-I what happened?" I asked.

He laughed. "The case we took, with the guy who ripped throats out. He was a vampire. Couldn't control it. Bit me. Been using the girls for blood. It's easy to just say it was a hickey." he said.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why ignore me?" I said, hurt.

"That's the problem dear," he said.

He leapt out of his chair and grabbed my shoulders. I gasped as he pressed his lips to mine. "You're so irresistible. Its a bit hard not to bite you," he whispered.

He kissed me again, moving so he could straddle my waist. I gasped as he moved from my lips to my neck. "Please," he said.

I nodded and gasped as he sunk his fangs into my neck. I could tell why the girls he courted liked this. When he finally pulled away his eyes had gone to a normal blue. "Sorry," he said.

I smiled at him before pulling him in for another kiss. When we finally parted he was smiling again. I liked Johns smile.

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