#sicklock

You: I went to the doctor like you told me to. SH

Stranger: And how was it? JW

You: I had to have lots of tests. They'll call when they have the results. SH

Stranger: How do you feel about your tests so far? JW

You: I didn't like the MRI. SH

Stranger: It's over now. You won't have to deal with another one for a long while. JW

You: Unless the results come back with bad news. SH

Stranger: Yes, but I'm hoping for the best. JW

You: And as a doctor what do you think it's more likely to be? Good or bad? SH

Stranger: I'm sure there will be some consequences from your poor eating habits. Along with a few other habits of yours. But it seems like it won't be anything too drastic. JW

You: And if it is? SH

Stranger: Then I'll be with you. JW

You: What if I can't do cases anymore? SH

Stranger: Then we can bring the cases to you. Ones that you can solve inside the flat. JW

You: They'll be the boring ones. SH

Stranger: Better than nothing. JW

You: How long do you think the test results will take? SH

Stranger: Few weeks since you had a number of tests. Though, you could always convince Mycroft to quicken it. JW

You: I think I might. SH

Stranger: You don't have to be scared, if you are. JW

You: It's playing with my memory, John. My brain. Without my brain, what have I got? SH

Stranger: You are still you, Sherlock. If this affects your memory, it doesn't mean that it affects who you are. You will always be Sherlock Holmes. JW

You: No. I'll be a shadow of Sherlock Holmes. SH

Stranger: Not to me. JW

You: To me. To everyone else. SH

Stranger: Why does it matter what everyone else thinks? JW

You: Don't pretend that you don't care what people think of you. SH

Stranger: Yes, but you're Sherlock Holmes. You insult some of the most influential people of our country and take pride in your work with gruesome murder cases. JW

You: And if I can't do that anymore then I'm nothing! SH

Stranger: You are always worth something to me, Sherlock. If no one else, you have me. JW

You: I'm having Mycroft speed the tests up. SH

Stranger: [Delayed] Alright. JW

You: And if they're bad, I'm leaving London. SH

Stranger: Where to? JW

You: Sussex? SH

Stranger: A cottage in Sussex. JW Beehives?JW

You: Yes. Lots of beehives. SH

Stranger: Sounds like you. JW

You: Will you come? SH

Stranger: Yes. JW

You: And no one else will find out. SH

Stranger: You and me against the rest of world. JW

You: I love you, John. SH

Stranger: [Delayed] For how long? JW

You: What do you mean? SH

Stranger: I knew I loved you that moment at the poolside. When I realized I'd give up my life for you with the bombs strapped to my chest and the snipers aiming at us. I knew I loved you then, even if it was bad timing. JW

You: I knew I loved you when I saw you walk out and I thought you were Moriarty and it crushed me and then I realised you were covered in bombs and I didn't know whether to be relieved or even more crushed that I might not be able to get you out of there. SH

Stranger: I love you. JW

Poor Sherlock, getting sick out on a case. Also poor John he’s gonna have to deal with this drama queen 

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Stranger: What's the matter with Sherlock? GL (23)

You: I'll be damned if I knew. -JW (21)

Stranger: You're his flatmate, you must know something. GL

You: He's not doing drugs again, that much I know. -JW

Stranger: Why's he moping? GL

You: I really don't know. -JW I just told him I met the girl of my dreams -JW

Stranger: You've got a new girlfriend? GL

You: Not yet. -JW

You: HE's not interested. -JW

You: SHE! I meant she's not interested. -WJ

Stranger: Shame. GL

You: Yeah, a shame. -JW

You: A shame he really isn't interested in me. -JW Greg, come on, let's get serious. I'm me, and he's ... he's... gorgeous. -JW

Stranger: And we're back to he? GL

You: Okay, he's a he. -JW

Stranger: Nothing wrong with that, mate. GL

You: I know. It's... Let's keep it hush hush. If Dad find out he'll kill me. -JW

Stranger: Of course. I won't tell a soul. GL

Stranger: Does Sherlock know? GL

You: Not really. -JW

You: [delay] Greg, it's him. -JW

Stranger: What about him? GL

Stranger: Oh. GL

You: Oh indeed. -JW I have bad taste in people, I know. -JW

Stranger: I don't think so. GL

You: Why? JW Greg, you're not interested in Sherlock too, right? JW

Stranger: Not even a little bit, mate. GL

You: Good. -JW

You: NOw... What do I do? JW

Stranger: Snog him. Ask him out. Marry him. Move to Sussex and live happily ever after. After you've spent a good forty years living in London and solving crimes, of course. GL

You: Why Sussex? JW I don't even like the country. -JW

Stranger: It's where he grew up. He's always had a soft spot for it, even though he pretends to hate it. He was always fascinated by all the bees. GL

You: Oh. -JW now I understand a thing. -JW

Stranger: What? GL

You: I gave him a notebook, as joke. -JW it had bees on the pages. -JW

Stranger: Oh he loves that notebook. GL

You: Yeah. -JW

Stranger: He loves bees. He had a stuffed bee when he was a kid that he would drag everywhere with him. GL

You: He still have that. -JW

You: Even if now it had take residency on my bed. -JW

Stranger: Does he still have it? It must be filthy. GL

You: Hey, do not insult Mrs Bumble. -JW

Stranger: You named it? Even he didn't name it. GL

You: I might have named her. -JW

Stranger: God you two were made for each other. GL

You: And that leave us right at the start. What do I do? JW I can't just snog him. -JW

Stranger: Why not? GL

You: You remember James? JW

Stranger: God, I hated that prick. GL

You: Well, he tried that. It ended with a grumpy Sherlock with a broken hand, and a miserable Jim with a broken nose. -JW

Stranger: Well Christ don't do it like James did! That arse practically cornered the poor kid, Sherlock must have been scared to death. No, just turn on a film or something and sit with him on the sofa. Wrap him in a blanket and just, when the moment's right, kiss him. GL

You: That's cheesy. -JW Think it might work withhim? JW

Stranger: Yes of course it's cheesy. But he'll love it. GL

You: You know what? I'll try that right away. -JW

Stranger: Good for you, mate. GL

You: [delay] He fell asleep. JW

You: I wrapped him in a blanket, and now he's drooling on my shoulder. After I snogged the life out of him, of course. JW I think I should say thatks mate. -JW

Stranger: Oh so you did snog him? Brilliant, I knew that would work. GL

You: Yup. -JW He deduced it a few minutes after we sat on the sofa. JW

Stranger: Of course he did. GL

You: Yeah. -JW

You: He said you deserve the Bee. because I won't need it anymore. -JW

Stranger: Aw, I'm touched. GL

You: Yeah. -JW

You: So you won't be alone. -JW

Stranger: Git. GL

You: That were his words, Greg. -JW

Stranger: I'm not bloody alone. GL

Stranger: (( Brb ))

You: Greg, come on. -JW You know he meant good. JW And let's say, I haven't see you dating anyone in ages. -JW

Stranger: Yeah, because Molly just dumped Tom and I've been waiting for the grace period to end so I can ask her out. GL

You: That was ages ago. -JW You should seize the moment before Irene approach her. -JW

Stranger: I thought Molly only liked blokes. GL

You: Molly. -JW But you know Irene. -JW She likes timid ans shy. -JW Just like the git here. -JW

Stranger: What, Sherlock? GL

You: Yep. Irene tried to blackmail him into a date. -JW

Stranger: Blackmail him with what? GL

You: I don't know. He never told me. -JW

Stranger: God I hate her. GL

You: Me too. -JW Think he would kill me if I snap a picture of him asleep on my shoulder? JW

Stranger: Yes. Do it anyway. GL

You: [Image attached] He's drooling, see? JW

Stranger: He looks just like he did when he was a kid. GL

You: Oh. How long do you two know each other? -JW I gathered it's a childhood friendship. -JW

Stranger: Yeah, I've known him for ages. I was friends with Mycroft when I started secondary school, Sherlock was just six at the time. I'm the reason he came to this uni, he and Mycroft came to visit when I first started and he absolutely loved it here. GL

You: Okay. Name your reward. JW You deserve one. -JW

Stranger: Why the hell do I deserve a reward? GL

You: Because you talked me into snogging him, and you managed to get him here. -JW

Stranger: Alright. Talk me up to Molly. GL

You: Go kiss her, have sex with her, then end up grey and old with her with tons of cats, sons and body parts. -JW

Stranger: Body parts? I think you're getting my future mixed up with yours. GL

You: Okay, let's say picture of mangled body parts,. -JW

Stranger: Still yours. GL

You: And pictures of cats.Let's not forget the cats. -JW

Stranger: Yeah, yeah, I can deal with cats. GL

You: I will knit you baby boots. -JW

You: And baby kittens jumpers. -JW

You: Okay, that's too stupid even for me. -JW

Stranger: Yes, yes it is. GL

You: But I can knit aby boot for your future children. -JW

You: Baby*

Stranger: Since when do you knit? GL

You: Since I was five. -JW

You: Than jumper you always make fun of? I did it by myself. -JW

Stranger: You never cease to surprise me. GL

You: I can also kill a men in 15 different ways. -JW

Stranger: I believe you. GL

Stranger: You might want to carry your sleepy genius to his bed. GL

You: Don't want to wake him. -JW

You: He's nicely cuddles, you know. -JW and for once he look peaceful. -JW

Stranger: He won't be happy tomorrow. GL

You: Fine. -JW

You: [delay] What the hell am I feeding him? He wight a ton. -JW

Stranger: Oh come on, he's not that heavy. GL

You: Yeah, but usually he helps a little. Not just lay there like dead weight. -JW

You: And I still think he should put in a few stones. -JW

Stranger: Tuck him in, give him his bee. GL

You: Should I sang him a lullaby and change his nappy as well, Mum? -JW

You: And now it's your bee, smartarse. -JW

Stranger: Hey, I raised that kid almost as much as his parents did. GL

You: Sorry, that was rude and uncalled for. -JW

Stranger: It's fine, mate. GL

You: Still, I feel like I'm the arse now. -JW

Stranger: John, it's alright. GL

You: Fine, I'll just bake you a cake. -JW

You: Nothing says sorry like banoffee pie. -JW

Stranger: Bake Sherlock one too. Skinny bastard needs it. GL

You: Skinny bastard prefer cheesecake. -JW

You: Pineapple flavored one too. -JW

You: But it has to be made with fresh pineapple or he won't touch it. -JW

Stranger: What a git. GL

You: Hes spoiled when it comes to food. -JW

You: Just a sec, his majesty want me. -JW

You: [slight delay] I'm a bee now. -JW

Stranger: You're a what? GL

You: A bee. JW Skinny basted is wrapped around me like a poor imitation of an octopus. -JW

You: But I have permission to talk to you, it seems. -JW

Stranger: Aww. GL

You: He's a bit too hot for my liking. -JW

Stranger: Hot? GL

You: Running a fever maybe. -JW And yeah, he's also hot in that sense. -JW

Stranger: Is he alright? GL

You: I think he has just succumbed to flu season. -JW I knew it couldn't just scold at viruses and make them flee in fear and panic. -JW

Stranger: Watch out for him. He's skinny as a rail and he goes days without sleep, sickness knocks him right off his feet. GL

You: I see that. -JW

You: Any secret remedy I should know of? JW I know already he'll be grumpy and miserable. -JW

Stranger: He likes honey in his tea when he's sick, it makes his throat feel better. GL

You: Honey, of course. -JW Anything else? JW

You: Like movie I should buy, or books? _JW

Stranger: Crap, what's the name of that movie... GL

You: Tell me about it a bit, maybe I know it. -JW

Stranger: Christ, I'm completely blanking. Hang on, I might have it, let me go look. GL

You: If it's Bee Movie I'll just might have to punch you. Greg. -JW

Stranger: It's not bloody Bee Movie. GL

You: Good. -JW Knowing him it might be some obscure russian movie that it need subtitles to be understood. -JW

Stranger: That sounds about right. GL

You: Oh lord. -JW

You: Can't I make him watch Frozen? -JW

Stranger: I'm joking. Though I think it might have been French. GL

Stranger: Why would he want to watch Frozen? GL

You: Don't know. -JW Maybe he might like it. -JW

Stranger: Doubt it. GL

You: I'll just ask Mycroft to bring me the "Sick Sherlock" kit. -JW I know he might have such a thing. -JW

Stranger: Oh he does. GL

You: How big is that kit? JW Will it fit my flat? JW

Stranger: Possibly. GL

Stranger: Oh, Les Choristes. That's the film. It's this French film about a boys chorus at a school, he was always fond of it. I think he liked the music. GL

You: I'll order it online. -JW

You: Might be useful in the futere. -JW

You: Future. -JW Sorry. Octolock just whacked me turning. -JW

Stranger: Poor kid. GL

You: I'm the one who just got hit by his boyfriend, and you say poor kid? -JW

Stranger: Yes. He gets really restless in his sleep when he's sick. GL

You: Fine. I'll jut tie him to the bedpost then. -JW

Stranger: Kinky. GL

You: I'm joking, before you sic Mycroft on me. -JW

Stranger: I would never. GL

You: Good to know. -JW

You: look, I'm going to make him soup. Think you can entertain him a bit? JW

You: He just awoken, and he's a bit cranky. -JW