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Sherlock messed around with a couple of samples he got from the crime scene he and John had just attended. John sat next to him, waiting for anything to happen. He knew Sherlock didn’t need help, nor would he ask for it. But he still sat beside him, knowing he would probably demand a pen the second John left, not realizing that he had left in the trance he was currently in.
Neither of the two had slept in days. He was aware that he had been out chasing drug dealers for the past 48 hours, but really, he was just waiting for something interesting to happen. Recently, he and Sherlock had gotten together. Sometimes, Sherlock would press a kiss to his forehead, or requested to cuddle. That was now his idea of interesting.
Right when John knelt down onto the desk in front of him and began to fall asleep, Molly walked in. “Hey!” She greeted the two of them. John waved; Sherlock ignored the both of them. Per usual.
“Johnlo- mm. Sorry, Sherlock, I’ve got the papers you asked for.” Sherlock looked up from his experiment.
“What did you say?”
“I’ve got the papers you asked for.”
“No, before that.”
“Sherlock?”
“Before that.”
“...”
“Johnlock? Really? Is that what the rest of you lot have been calling us since... this?” Sherlock made a gesture implying him and John’s relationship.
“Well, more like what the internet has been calling you.”
John rolled his eyes and looked down, sighing. “Not another nickname.” He muttered. “Not another goddamn nickname.”
“Sorry, my bad I shouldn’t have called you that. Here, the papers.” Molly dropped the papers in front of Sherlock and quickly made her way out of the room.
Sherlock and John just looked at each other before returning to what they were doing before.
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Later that day Sherlock and John googled “Johnlock.” Even later in that day they spent an embarrassing amount of time going through devious fanfiction of one another.