Search for it ..
(A Johnlock ficlet)
(I didn’t do anything celebratory after 800 followers. So thought I would write a fluff ficlet. Also it is a compensation for all the angst post I frequently make.:D So here it goes.Hope you like.)
Sherlock moved restlessly in bed. The thought has been killing him for days. And his mind cannot do anything about it. And is coming up with no answer.
He sat up. The red digits of the table clock showing it was 4.30 a.m.
He has to know. He has to.
He opened the laptop and put a query on the search bar.
How to know if you are in love?
The search engine came up with millions of answers.
Sherlock started to read them
‘Whenever you see that person, your heart flatters like a caged bird, butterflies start flapping in your stomach. Your knees go weak. Your head goes dizzy…’
“Who writes these things? Teenagers?”
Sherlock closed the laptop with a thud ,frustrated.
“Of course teenagers write these things. No grown up man has the time to spare time about stupid things called love.” he grunted in his throat, and laid in the bed. Looking at the ceiling. Just over which John was having a peaceful sleep. Not knowing that Sherlock is losing his own sleep over the thought of him.