Moving [Sherlock, Johnlock, Watson/Mary, NC-17]

Moving by AlessNox

John tells Sherlock that he is moving out of the apartment. Sherlock decides that he would do anything to make him stay, even if it means having sex. A post-Reichenbach Sherlock / John story with humor, dirty tricks, and true love. Warning: Strong emotions

I wouldnt normally even open this fic. Before I even read the fics title or its summary I check the amount of comment it has gotten and I read if it has more than 10 comments per chapter. But this one. This had 48 comments and 15 chapters so this should have 150 comments. Why I even opened this? No idea but I'm happy I did.

Anyways Moving tells a story where John has to choose between Sherlock and Mary. Everything starts with a conversation how John is moving out and how Sherlocks starts planning how to keep John with him. Then Mary sees how she has to fight to have John all to herself. And in the end there is this feeling that John didnt choose anyways. He did but at the same time he kinda didnt.... So not gonna tell more specifillacy.

But the things I liked was how Sherlock was so Sherlock. All his lines felt like they were straight from that tv series. Getting Sherlock to remind more of himself would be almost impossible in this kinda fic. Really. And I really appreciate that. It awesome thing.

And then there was Mycroft and how he tried to keep his brothers heart safe. We cant forgot the little Mycroft/Watson thing there somewhere (it was so small and "innocent" that it isnt one actual paring in this one so I didnt mention it there). It was almost hilarious. Those two just shouldnt do anything.

Ou. And Mary. She was lovely and I really liked how okey she was with the boys' relationship. She wasnt bothered about it or wasnt bitchy or anything. She understood that these two have a weird bond and thats it. Now it sounds really stupid but it was good and I liked her. Maybe she was a little bit too nice but I think she was perfect to Watson in this fic (with Sherlock, Watson needs both of them).

There was also this one thing I wanted to quete. Its long and its kinda meanless but I thought it describes perfectly Sherlocks and what he thinks about Watson. And I fell in love with it, so yea : D But because its so long I'm not gonna show it on main page in my blog. Yea. But this fic is totally worth of your time.

The first time that Sherlock had seen John, he had been testing out a new technique to detect blood. Mike had entered and he had glanced at the stiff man behind him thinking, "so Mike has found me a flatmate so quickly. I hope that he isn't a disappointment like the others." When John offered him his phone, Sherlock took a good look at him and he was fascinated.

A soldier, injured in the war, stiff, patriotic as if he came from another age. John was a mystery greater than anything in the lab. He was captivating. Totally mismatched to this age. Edges of anger and despair. Steady, sharp, handsome. Sherlock wanted to see more of him. As he walked away from him sipping his coffee, He knew that he needed to impress him. That John Watson was the kind of man who couldn't leave a mystery alone. Sherlock wanted him as a flatmate. He put on his coolest persona. He even winked. He never winked at anyone. It was just the beginning of the playful foolishness that John induced in Sherlock whenever he was around.

Lestrade had commented on it. The way that he had kept John as close as the newest mobile phone. Sherlock was surprised himself at how happy he felt when John praised him, and how much he needed to impress him. He had been almost giddy during the serial suicides case. And when he realized that John had killed a man to save him he was overwhelmed with emotion. It was as if a hero from the Indian wars had waltzed into his apartment: Loyal, smart, incredibly brave. A man who trusted in his own morality above the law. Steady under pressure. A little bit dangerous. Sherlock was captivated, infatuated.

Every day, every moment that they had spent together he became more attached. With John he thought better, talking to John helped him make connections. When he was depressed John pulled him out of it. John was funny. He was always surprising.

Before John, life was so chaotic. A constant struggle to find meaning in a world of stupidity. Moriarty was right. Life was boring and pointless most of the time, but death wasn't the answer. Death meant leaving John. But now, John was leaving him. Somehow Sherlock had believed that they would always be together.