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BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 6- Letting Loose

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John pulled you into a quiet pub down the road and ordered you both a beer. You gave him a small smile in thanks, which he returned, and you started, “So tell me about the case… or your fight with Sherlock… or both.”

You didn’t want to talk about what had just happened and prayed John would let you change the subject, you hadn’t even trusted Sherlock with it yet, you weren’t about to spill your guts to someone you just met.

John obliged, knowing that the moment he’d witnessed before was most likely something rare for you, and the two of you fell into causal conversation about various things.

Conversing freely felt good, it was something you had been lacking for the past few weeks with Mycroft tiptoeing around certain subjects and Sherlock eyeing you and analyzing your every word in an attempt to deduce what was wrong.

Talking with John was different, comfortable even, as he seemed to understand that you would tell him when you were ready and accepted that whole-heartedly.

It wasn’t till around four beers later, after you had discussed Sherlock and past cases at length, that John unintentionally broached the subject, “I’m feeling rather drunk yet you seem like you’ve been drinking water this entire time… how is that?”

You chuckled, signaling the bartender to bring you something stronger, “You forget, my dear Watson, that I was a spy up until two weeks ago. Keeping my composure while intoxicated was a necessary skill, not to mention I seem to have been blessed with a high tolerance.”

You giggled, revealing you were very nearly as drunk as he was, and downed the drink that had just been set in front you.

“I would never have thought you a spy, you don’t act or look like one...”

You giggled again, “It’s my job not to look it silly, besides I wasn’t always a spy nor was it really my desire to become one.”

John laughed, you were absolutely right what kind of a spy would look like a spy, and then asked, “Why’d you become one then?”

Your face suddenly got more serious than he’d ever seen, “They wanted a Holmes and weren’t taking no for an answer, apparently our minds are perfect spy material, and since Mysie was already quite involved that left Sherly and me. So I went so he wouldn’t have to.”

John looked at you funny and you dissolved in a fit of giggles, “Can you imagine Sherlock as a spy Watson? He wouldn’t have lasted five minutes. They would have shot him in the face right off.”

Watson joined your laughter at the image of Sherlock throwing a tantrum or calling someone a useless idiot and blowing his cover. You wiped some tears from your eyes, taking a deep breath, and continued, “It’s was only logical that I be the one to go… I was a thousand times less likely to get me or my partner shot.”

Your face fell as you jarringly remembered why the two of you had come here, it was slightly sobering and you turned to John, “I must ask you not to tell Sherlock what I said, he thinks I went of my own volition.”

John nodded and then hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, “When you're ready to talk about what happened… I’ll be here ok?”

You nodded and then giggled wildly again, “I’ll be sure to come find you right here, in this pub, when the time comes.” It was an awful joke but neither of you cared and both of you were still giggling like children when John’s phone rang.

He swung around, almost falling from his chair in his search for the source of the noise, to which you giggled and leaned forward to take his phone from his jacket pocket and answer it.

“Hello there, you’ve reached the portable phone of Dr. John Watson. I’m afraid he’s quite busy at the moment, so I must ask you to please bugger off.” You offered the person on the other end, not quite managing to suppress a giggle as you finished.

“(F/n)? Where are you and what are you doing answering John’s phone? I’ve called yours twice already. Why are you with John?” Came Sherlock’s annoyed voice.

You burst into a fit of giggles, looking up into John’s steel blue eyes, “Sherlock wants to know what I’m doing with you Watson. Should we have a little fun with him?”

“You do know I can still hear you.” Sherlock answered from the phone.

You looked at it like it had just performed some magical act, “Oh bullocks. I think he heard.”

John dissolved in to laughter, taking the phone from you and pressing it to his ear, “Your sister and I are bonding Sherlock, she’s quite-“

“Where are you?” Sherlock asked, frustrated, as he was unable to get anywhere with either of you.

“Oh well we’re… Ahh… Actually I’m not sure where we are…”

You bounced in your chair enthusiastically, “I know! I know!”

John handed you the phone and you confidently told Sherlock, “We’re in a pub! See told you I knew.”

Sherlock sighed, “Obviously. Kheiland, you’re drunk.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered that he only ever used your full name when he was cross with you, but right now you didn’t care, giggling sarcastically, “Now who’s being obvious, Captain Obvious.”

“Just get in a cab and get to the flat. Now.” Sherlock snapped.

You nodded, despite the fact he couldn’t see you, and hung up, “Sherlylock wants us to get home. Come on Doctor Man Watson.”

You offered him your arm just as he had offered his to you earlier, he took it, and the two of you stumbled out to the street to find a cab willing to take you back to Baker Street.
I am so sorry if this got OOC for either Watson or Sherlock. I had fun writing it though.

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How do you pronounce Kheiland?