Just One Miracle[Johnlock][4/?]Sherlock sat on the chair staring at the wall quietly, he was bored, he has done no cases for a couple of months and John around, he really wants to do a case but the entire one in the pile on the desk are incredibly boring. He could hear John typing on the keyboard of his laptop. He inhales the warm air and then exhaling out softly. He needed a smoke or those nicotine batches but John refuse to give him any.
"John I need them." He said holding his hand out in the air in gesture to give to them. "No, Sherlock." He responded. "I need it." He said keeping his hand held out forward. He was ignored and grunts in response. He got up and walked around the room, ravaging through some of the stuff. "Sherlock, it's no use." John spoke out calmly. Sherlock formed a scowl following a small pout before he collapsed down onto the couch, curling up and sulking.
John glances towards Sherlock who's sulking on the couch like a child. He smiles lightly, finding it a bit adorable. He felt his phone buzz
Just One Miracle[Johnlock][3/?]Sherlock finally allowed himself to return to his own flat with his flatmate and friend, John Watson. He sat in the chair reading through John's blogs, there was some period that John didn't blog for some length of time. Usually they were unhappy, stressed, depressed, uneased, and felt hopeless. He also noted that John wasn't interest in keeping a single relationship for very long and tends to be all over the place. The last blog, which he somewhat upset about, stopped dating all together. This wasn't like John.
He closes the laptop and place it on the table top close by, John went out to get grocery and milk of course. He took his phone and reads 3 text messages, all from John.
'Do you want anything in particular from the store?-JW' 15 minutes ago.
'Sherlock? –JW' 5 minutes ago.
'Sherlock please answer me –JW' 2 minutes ago.
Sherlock blinks a few times and writes. 'No I do not need anything. –SH' He sent the text and rest the phone on the arm rest. He pinched his finger over the bridg
Just One Miracle[Johnlock][2/?]Sherlock duck his head down, cold, rubbing his hands near his chest, breathing on his own hands trying to keep them warm. The snow didn't stop falling, it was like a forever cold sorrow that fell down from the dark black sky. He was unaware of John approaching the grave he was sitting at, he was sitting behind the grave.
John stops in front of the grave, lifting his head up, his cheeks red from the cold and tips of his nose red. He looks at the name on the gravestone before noticing dark figure behind it. He frowns and steps forward. "Hello? Who're you?" He asked with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Sherlock eyes widen, oh crap. He was surprised, he rubs his gloved hands together and not look at him. He pitched his voice a little. "Sitting sir, visiting sir." He said, trying to get his voice pitched enough to sound like a teenager.
"Don't give me that, who you are and what do you know of Sherlock?" He asked almost frustratedly.
"I am someone you do not want to meet and I know him since