Rating: M
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Warnings: None
Summary: Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.
“Christ, Mike, I think he’s in love with me,” John says, then drops his forehead on the bar.
Mike takes a long swallow of beer, then eyes John a bit more closely. “What the hell makes you think that? He’s not … I mean, not that I don’t like the bloke, I mean, I do, but really. Sherlock? You sure you don’t still have concussion issues?”
Author Notes: This came out of a prompt from PrettyArbitrary’s super secret stash, which she so generously shared with me: John is carried by everyone he knows. “Wouldn’t that make a nice 5+1?” I thought. “I’ve not ever done one.” Well, whether I’ve done one now is sort of up for debate.
Massive beta-ing thanks and a raised glass to Mydwynter, who doesn’t let me be lazy and who likes to give me sarcastic awards. Which, to be fair, I give to him, too, so it all evens out in the end, heh.
Wonderful, Maz! This is such a refreshing story: sweet with a touch of daily weirdness, a bit of adventure, and a dollop of romance. It’s so nice to read a good angstless story abut them. ^_^