Fandom Games Round 1 –> Your OTP fighting

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           Sherlock Holmes lay perfectly still on the couch of 221B Baker Street. Three nicotine patches on his left forearm. His chest rose and fell with every breath he drew in. His eyes were closed and his mind was for once clear. Except for one thing.

            His blogger.

            Then there was a knock at the door, followed by the creek of it opening. Sherlock remained still and silent. The footsteps ascending the stairs told him it was John Watson.

            “Sher-“

            “Hello, John. How was the Sex Vacation?” His eyes flashed open and he quickly sat upright.

            “Honeymoon, Sherlock.” He sighed. “It was pleasant.”

            “What are you doing here, John? Do you not have a pregnant wife at home?” He got up and walked silently to his chair.

            “Yes, I do. But I wanted to make sure you weren’t dead. Is it alright that I’m worried about my best friend?”

            “Is that the only time you’re going to see me? When you’re worried?” He sat down in his chair and clasped his hands together. “It’s not going to be the same.”

            “Yes it will. We’ll still solve cases. I’ll still think you’re a dickhead. But you know what made it different? When I thought you were dead!”

            Sherlock’s face was frozen; he was speechless.