Month: November 2013

This short fic is a little different. It’s johnlock and mystrade in one fic. But I wanted to show the similarities between the two relationships. Mostly I’m just praying it makes sense:

Tandem – Two relationships, each unique, but also mirrors of one another in ways their participants never know.

teaser below the cut

Sherlock lay awake, watching John sleep on his side. He looked almost boyish, lines of worry and stress smoothed out and softened by the moons soft light. One small hand lay curled on the pillow, forming a loose fist. The other hand was tucked under his chin, lost in shadows. His white t-shirt rode up, exposing the soft stomach.

Greg watched Mycroft sleep. It wasn’t unusual for the man to show up on his doorstep late at night. More often than not Greg was awake watching late night telly. He’d take the man to bed, maybe after a hot shower and they would sleep the way they slept best; side by side.

John’s chest rose steadily, heart strong and steady as always. Something worrisome must have crossed his dreams because his brow suddenly furrowed, lips parting to release a breathy whimper. Sherlock clasped the hand under John’s chin, feeling him squeeze, only relaxing when Sherlock’s lips brushed his cheek. John guarded Sherlock’s days; Sherlock guarded John’s nights.

Mycroft had seemed particularly bothered by something tonight. Greg wouldn’t even begin to guess the reason. It could be anything from a bit of cracked china to an attempt on the Queen. His brow was creased as he breathed softly, curled up on his side. He ran his hands down Mycroft’s back, soothing him. The man mumbled something and shifted. Greg leaned down to kiss his cheek, hand moving around to his chest. Mycroft whimpered. “You’re with me,” whispered Greg in his ear. “Safe.”