teenlock: when they metIt was on the tube when John met him.
He was sitting at the very end of the train, thinking he'd be left alone there while hurriedly writing an essay on Lincoln: he would need to have finished with it within half an hour. So frankly, he was quite annoyed when another boy walked in to sit on the bench opposite to him. John only momentarily glanced up at the black-haired boy, engrossed in the words he was scribbling down.
Long moments passed in silence with John paying no attention to the figure, instead writing on in a hurried pace, his writing getting increasingly illegible as precious time passed.
“It should be 'Nancy Hanks Lincoln', not 'Nathalie Hanks Lincoln'.”
John looked up at the other boy, who had eyed his paper suspiciously and was now staring out at dark nothingness through the window. The boy didn't look at him, merely huffed in annoyance before saying, “You wrote down 'Nathalie Hanks Lincoln' while her name was 'N
Plushie - A JOHNLOCK FanficIt was a known fact to everyone that Sherlock Holmes' sleeping habits were far from ordinary. He barely ever slept, especially when he was on a case, and even when he did sleep it usually was for no more than a few hours. John Watson, a lot of the time, found himself questioning how Sherlock could go so long without even a nap. Running around London - and sometimes even other cities - trying to catch and reprimand criminals and constantly following the new clues and leads that the detective would find was quite exhausting if you asked John. This particular case keep them up until well past four in the morning. Sure, the case was solved, the criminal was apprehended and brought to justice, all of that was fine and dandy, but all the doctor wanted to do was to sleep.
When Sherlock and John soon returned to their flat at Baker Street, John could tell that his friend was more tired than he'd admit, even if he did try to hide it. On the cab ride back home, John noticed that Sherlock'