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Love Is It's Own Brand Of Magic

(Five Times John being magical could have changed things, and one time it wouldn't have made a difference. )

1.

John stares at Moriarty's back, wondering if he can disarm the man without using magic. With Sherlock in the firing line, he's not sure he wants to take the chance.

Sliding his hand into the waistband of his jeans where he keeps his wand, he waits for the opportune moment and strikes.

"Stupefy!"

Moriarty slumps forward, no longer a threat.

"Move," he shouts at Sherlock, who is staring at him, dumbstruck. John can only imagine what's going through his mind, but he doesn't have time at the moment for explanations.

They manage to get out of the pool house and into the street, so Sherlock can call Mycroft. John has no idea how he's going to explain, but he's know since he met Sherlock that eventually, he would use magic to save him.

It was only a matter of time.

…

2.

"So you see, John, that's why this experiment is so important, and why you simply cannot -"

"Silencio."

John smirked smugly at the suddenly silent Sherlock and returned to his book, ready to enjoy the peace and quiet.

…

3.

Four days. Four days since Sherlock had got any sleep, and now that the case was over, he still wasn't sleeping. Within an hour of his head hitting the pillow, Sherlock was back up and in the kitchen, pale and shaken.

John took one look at him and knew.

Excusing himself for his bedroom, he grabbed a vial from a warded box that Sherlock knew nothing about and slipped it in his pocket, before he returned downstairs to make tea.

"Here," he murmured, handing Sherlock a cup. "Drink it, it'll help."

A look of understanding passed between them.

Twenty minutes later, John watched on as Sherlock slept soundly on the sofa, with a blanket wrapped around him.

Dreamless sleep really was a wonder.

…

4.

"Sherlock, come down off the goddamn roof," John shouted through the phone.

Jesus Christ and Merlin, what the actual fuck was the idiotic genius thinking? John shifted where he was standing so he had a better view.

He listened to Sherlock tell him that John was his note, and John couldn't believe he would be doing something so selfish. When he got him down from there, he was going to kick his ass.

"Goodbye, John."

Nope. John pulled his wand out, pointing it at the falling body. "Arresto Momentum!" he cried, happy when he saw Sherlock's decent slow. Running over to where Sherlock lay, he gave up any pretence, stunning people who tried to get in his way.

"You're a fucking idiot," he told Sherlock when he reached him, surprised to see that he was perfectly fine. "Wait. What?"

"JOHN!"

The gunshot was deafening.

…

5.

John walked up the stairs to flat B. He'd had a long shift at the clinic and he just wanted tea, food and some crap tv for bed.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw Sherlock bent over something cream and woolly, and immediately know what it was.

"Oh hell no," John muttered, pulling his wand from his waistband. "Accio Jumper!"

The jumper flew from Sherlock's grasp into John's outstretched hand. "You don't experiment on my jumpers, Sherlock! How many times have I told you about that?"

"You - John - How - What -"

John rolled his eyes and wandered up the stairs to his room, jumper in hand.

…

+1.

"I love you, John."

"I love you too, Sherlock."

Written for;

Days of the month - Hedgehog Day - Sherlock Crossover

Scavenger Hunt - 10. Write a crossover.