The clock read 3:48 a.m. as Sherlock cracked open another energy drink, tapping away at his phone. He smirked a little as he typed out the "rique" part for the story he had been working on. "Hopefully John doesn't find this.. I don't need him to find out about my fantasies.." he muttered as he tapped out a few more words and published the chapter before tossing his phone to the side.
After about half an hour of staring at the ceiling, Sherlock pulled himself out of bed, got dressed, and went out for a walk to get some fresh air. He sat on a bench for a bit and pulled put his cigarettes, putting one in his mouth and looking in his pockets for a lighter. "Dammit-! I left my lighter back at the flat-!"
"Don't worry, I got one you can borrow." Said a voice to his left before he was offered a bright pink lighter.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow and looked at the figure next to him before taking the offered lighter. "Thanks?" He said before lighting his cigarette and handing the lighter back.
"What are you doing out so early, anyway? It's 4:30 in the morning."
Sherlock shrugged and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Couldn't sleep."
"Writing something, I presume?" The figure said as he turned on his phone, showing the chapter that Sherlock had posted less than an hour ago and showing it to him.
Sherlock glanced at it before quickly looking away. "Oh dear lord.. I didn't think people would actually read it.." he muttered under his breath before taking another drag from his cigarette.
"Of course people read it, you oaf. And don't stop writing, you've got quite the talent for it."
Sherlock huffed slightly and flicked away the ash. "Thanks.. I never thought someone would like what I wrote.."
"Nonsense-! It's brilliant-! I just hope John doesn't find out about it."
Sherlock nodded and stomped out his cigarette. "If he did find out about it, I might as well be a.." He managed to get out before his phone started ringing. "Hang on.. Hello?" He said as he answered the call.
"Sherlock, where the Hell are you-!?"
"I went out for a walk."
"Well, get back here. You've got some explaining to do."
Sherlock raised an eyebrow and shifted a little. "Explain what?"
"What you've been writing about the two of us."
Sherlock froze before quickly hanging up, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. "Oh no.."
"What-? Oh shit-! He found out, didn't he?"
Sherlock nodded and moved his hands a bit, his face bright pink.
The person next to him laughed nervously and pulled his phone out again. "Here, give me your number so you can tell me how it went."
Sherlock took the man's phone and put his number in. "What's your name so I know if it's you?"
"Sebastian Moran." (Yes he's usually associated with Moriarty, but in this he's not)
Sherlock nodded and handed Sebastian his phone back before standing up. "I'd best get back to the flat and get it done and over with.."
"Alright." Sebastian said as he stood up and patted Sherlock on the shoulder. "Good luck, mate."
Sherlock nodded and headed back to the flat, multiple scenarios about what could possibly happen going through his head.