Space Oddity

[danzanelfuoco]

 300 parole 

Sherlock

Space Oddity

It makes so much sense, John needs to sit down and breathe. 

Sherlock cocks his head, he waits for his brain to catch up with the notion he has just told him. 

"Maybe you need a cup of tea," Sherlock nods to himself, and then he goes to the stairwell and yells for Mrs Hudson.

John lets him - "I'm not your housekeeper!" Mrs Hudson yells back, but they both know she will bring them tea, and John hopes to have his shit sort out for when she does, even if he's not sure he'll manage, because Sherlock just blew his mind. 

"You -" John swallows, his mouth dry, "You are an alien." 

Sherlock looks at him as if he were stupid - considering he says so to him almost twenty times a day, it might not be so distant from the truth. 

"Yes, John. I just told you." 

“But you don’t even know the solar system!”

“Of course, I don’t. Try to keep up, John. Do you know how many planet system there are in the universe? Why would I remember this one, when it only has one measly planet inhabited by a subpar species of questionable intelligence..." 

"Sherlock!" 

"I was talking about the dolphins, of course." 

John latches to exasperation, because if he has to think deeper than how obnoxious his flatmate is, his mind will explode.

"But you’re here. You’re living here," he points out. 

"Yes, well, I’ve made a point of living at least once in every planet where there’s life.” 

"Sherlock, you’ve been living on this measly planet for ten years,” he challenges his, with disbelief.  

Sherlock shifts on his feet, and looks away, a slight blush on his otherwise otherworldly pale cheeks. 

“Well, yes, you’re here.”