To Touch the Sky

[prettybirdy979]

Titles: To Touch the Sky
Setting: BBC! Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock
Genre/Warnings: Angst, Drama, Supernatural
Summary:  John's birthday present is a little odd... Tenth in the Witch Verse. 
Written as part of NaNoWriMo... And for a prompt from fanfiction.net by Elevendork.Infinity and Wishywashy. Betaed by grinnyp  Thanks!

I'm still looking for prompts!


Serires starts Here

 

For John’s thirty-eighth birthday he got five presents. His parents and Harry went in together to buy him a magical book of spells which Sherlock promptly stole and made a careful study of. Mrs Hudson, Lestrade and a couple of other police officers who liked him went in together to get him a few things he needed, like a warmer wardrobe. John wasn’t sure what was scarier, that they knew what size and style to get him or that all those acquaintances  of his were familiar enough with each other to organise a present for him together. Sherlock got him a new laptop and a leather notebook for him to use to make notes on crime scenes. Cat gave him a shiny scale and a tooth which, while pretty, wasn’t very useful but the thought was there.

And Mycroft brought him a broom.

Both John and Sherlock had stared at the present when John unwrapped it, though each for different reason. As soon as John had picked it up he had felt the magic in it and the amount had scared him slightly.

‘John, is there a particular reason my brother gave you a broom? Or am I allowed to mock him because he gave you a ‘gag gift’?’

‘There’s a reason, though I don’t understand why…’ John trailed off, trying to figure out Mycroft’s reasoning.

‘Don’t try to think like my brother. You’ll be there all day and not even get close.’ Sherlock snapped, breaking into John’s thoughts. There were times John would swear that Sherlock was the witch rather than himself.

‘Sorry.’                                             

‘Now, explain the broom.’

‘Broomstick.’ John corrected out of habit.

Sherlock’s eyes widened. ‘Of course. The stereotype of witches on broomsticks must have had some basis in reality.’

John smiled ironically. ‘Something like that.’ He then grabbed the broomstick and headed up to his room. He was only there a minute before returning downstairs empty handed.

Sherlock examined him for a second, deduced that he had placed the broomstick away somewhere out of sight and huffed at the missed opportunity.

 

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The broomstick remained hidden somewhere in John’s room for a month while Sherlock tried to figure out why John had reacted so negatively to it.

Finally, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

John came home from work at the surgery one day to find Sherlock sitting at the kitchen table, broomstick before him, going over it with his magnifying glass. John froze in the doorway, and Sherlock spotted him when he turned his head to make another note in the little book he had beside him.

Sherlock didn’t acknowledge him, however, and simply returned to his examination. This rejection was enough to break John of his freeze and he crossed the room to grab the broomstick. As soon as Sherlock saw him moving, he grabbed the broomstick and darted over to the other side of the room, ducking under the rising pillows as he moved.

‘Sherlock.’ John warned. Cat, who was watching TV from John’s chair looked up, realised what was happening, and fled the room. He knew that fights between Sherlock and John had a tendency to be spectacular.

Sherlock simply raised an eyebrow, both at John’s command and Cat’s move.

‘Give it back to me.’

‘No.’ Sherlock said childishly.

John closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Why not?’

‘Because you don’t want it and I found it so now it’s mine.’ Sherlock smiled at his logic.

‘You mean you ransacked my room until you found it.’

‘Give me some credit, John. I deduced where you hid it and removed it without disturbing any of your other belongings. And I will return it… when you tell me why you dislike it so much.’

‘Can’t you just deduce why?’ John snapped.

‘I have tried. But you so often defy my expectations that I find my deductions…don’t…’

‘Work?’ John provided with a smile.

Sherlock looked affronted which only made John’s smile larger. Seeing his friend was getting slightly angry, John decided to answer Sherlock’s question.

‘I don’t like the present because your brother presumed a lot with it.’ At Sherlock’s confused look John elaborated. ‘The broomstick is about the only magical item that works even when the user doesn’t have magic. Witches often give one to their mortal spouse.’

Sherlock just raised an eyebrow. ‘That’s all.’

‘What do you mean that’s all?!’ John was frowning now, as the tea cups on the bench began to levitate.

‘People always make those sorts of assumptions about us John. And you know Mycroft is observant enough to know that there’s no truth to the rumours.’

‘Then why… of course.’ John’s frown turned into a smile and the cups floated back to their position on the table. He grabbed his coat and raced upstairs, returning with a wiggling Cat.

‘Come on Sherlock!’

 

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An hour later and they were at a deserted park on the outskirts of London. Cat had finally had the invisibility spell taken off and was running around in circles while John was trying to teach Sherlock the basics of broomstick riding.

‘Come on Sherlock, it’s not that difficult!’ John had decided that Mycroft sent the broomstick so Sherlock could experience a small piece of magical life.

Sherlock didn’t agree. ‘This is a pointless activity.’

‘If you really thought that you wouldn’t be here.’ John said with a smile.

‘Untrue. You did not give me a chance to disagree to this outing.’ Sherlock huffed.

This only made John’s smile grow wider. ‘Now you know what it feels like.’ He looked at Sherlock for a long second, and then seemed to make his mind up about something. ‘You know what?  I think I may just let you deduce the rest of the techniques.’

Sherlock’s head snapped around in confusion but he soon realised what John meant when he muttered something and the broom took off.

Sherlock held on for dear life for the first few minutes. He could hear John yelling instructions at him and Cat was making comments in the corner of his mind where Cat spoke but he ignored them both. He was trying to adjust to the feeling of being out of control which was a new to him. Sherlock was always in control.

Slowly though, he began to remember the instructions he had ignored, and he began to gain control over the broom. It turned when he leaned one way, slowed down when he performed one movement, and sped up for another.

It was then he began to enjoy himself. The feeling of being so high up was addictive, the adrenaline rush similar to the one he got from his cases. By the time John used his magic to call the broom down, Sherlock was hooked.

‘So, did you like it?’ John asked anxiously.

‘I’m not sure. I require further experimentation. Perhaps we could use it to return to the flat?’

John simply smirked.


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Comments

[mystroth.livejournal.com]

Ahh 'Charmed'. i think I might have missed you saying that. Tend to have a habit of just jumping straight into the story XP

Yay~

O.o That's a lot. Don't think I'll ever be able to write that much in one month.

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

I may have said it in reply to a comment... and possibly on fanfiction.net.

Yup, Charmed. And there's probably a few other allusions in this.. it's a hybrid of everything I like and my own ideas.

I didn't think I could but I did... =D

[mystroth.livejournal.com]

Ahh, I see. That might be a reason.

It's so much fun to just mix and match and add a sprinkle of something else.

Go you!

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

Possibly. I really need to improve my memory...

Yup. =D

Thanks!