Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

Day #27 One of their birthdays

John woke up to the sound of violin music. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. He blinked and sighed. He had to get up eventually he knew that, but he wanted to stay in bed. It was warm and the blankets that were wrapped tightly around were telling him to stay. He groaned and unwound himself from his cocoon. He slid out of bed and onto the ground. The floor was cold and that startled him awake. He groaned and reached up to grab a shirt. He would eventually make it back to the warmth that was his bed. He just had to get through the day first.

John walked downstairs in his uniform, ready for work. Sherlock was still playing the violin. "I've got work," John said.

Sherlock only grunted. John rolled his eyes and went to get himself breakfast.

The day was hell. Sarah greeted him the moment he walked in with a huge workload. Most of them were annoying mothers insisting that their twenty-year-old son was an angel, even though he had just gotten in a car crash for drinking too much. Then there were people insisting that aliens had ripped out their brains. Well, only one of those but he had to be restrained once he attacked John. Then there was even an old man who decided to take a piss on him. Literally.

When John returned home he felt like shit. He had taken a shower back at the hospital because of the old man. He walked into the living room to be greeted by a hug from Sherlock. "Hi?" John asked, confused.

"Sorry," Sherlock said, pulling away.

John pulled him back. "It's welcome just unexpected,'' John said, moving and resting in Sherlock's hair. He breathed in Sherlock's comforting smell. Some ridiculously expensive shampoo and the musky scent cigarettes. "What brought this on?"

"Happy birthday," Sherlock said weakly. "You seemed sad."

John pulled away. "You remembered."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I remember everything John."

"'Cept for the solar system." John chuckled.

Sherlock glared. "Don't."

"Why do you not like the solar system."

Sherlock walked into the kitchen. "I got your favourite Chinese food and chocolate cake. I've also rented a movie I thought you might like." he paused. "Actually scratch that, I know you will like it, it's your favourite."

John smiled. They ended up curling up together on the couch together. Sherlock had gotten a bowl of popcorn. They were watching The Sandlot. John loved the look on Sherlock's face whenever the dog appeared. Sherlock loved dogs. At the end of the movie Sherlock had curled up in John's lab and Sherlock was breathing softly. John ran his fingers through his curly hair. "It doesn't make sense."

"What?"

"The solar system. It was too much. Too many stars to categorize and well, promise you won't laugh."

"I promise," John said softly.

"It was mean of them to make pluto a dwarf plant." John stifled a giggle. "You said you wouldn't laugh."

"I'm not."

"You are," Sherlock said sitting up.

Sherlock glared at John. John glared back. They glared at each other for five seconds before John stuck his tongue out at his friend. Sherlock dissolved into giggles. "Thanks for the best birthday I've had in years," John said.

"Oh I'm sure it's not the best," Sherlock said, blushing.

"Hmm, your right. It's not." John grinned. "Yet." He said and kissed Sherlock. Sherlock reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around John's shoulder and pulling him closer. John reached up and buried his finger in Sherlock's hair. "Now it's the best," John whispered and pulled Sherlock back for another kiss.

"Happy birthday John," Sherlock whispered.

John smiled and pulled him back.

Needless to say, he didn't return to his bed that night. Nor any other night. Instead, he spent his nights next to his detective in the bed they now shared.