When can I see you again? Johnlock AU

A mask

Ah yes, we were so dumb in our early years of childhood. We still are until today. Harry and I always brought as much trouble as a tornado in the wizard of Oz. No one was able to stop us. One time Harry and I sneaked into the kitchen, our mother was baking some cookies, and while I was backing her up, looking if our mother was coming back, she would sneak a few cookies away.

I sigh. Though this will never happen again...

If I remember correctly, the mission was a complete failure. Harry took the wrong batch and we ended up with a lot of cookie dough. Not that this stopped us from eating. The stomach-ache was horrible, I still remember it vividly.

Moreover, our mother was so confused why her children were so sick and we refused to tell her anything. How long has it been since I visited her? I can't even see if I am at the right place.

Maybe I could ask Sherlock to take me there...?

"-ohn" I jump. A familiar husky voice is way too close to my ear for me to even properly breath without a gay panic.

I blink, very useful I know. Maybe after blinking I can see again, huh? Completely stupid.

You know they will never come back.

"What's up?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Brother don't fall into a gay panic just because you think he is adorable. Will you please?" Mycroft butts in.

"I am not" Sherlock probably sends some nasty glares. "I was just wondering about you John. Your mind seemed to go places again."

"Sorry, that happens from time to time. Just remembered something."

This answer doesn't seem to satisfy him in the slightest. Probably because I don't look him in the eyes and tell him truthfully. I smile inside a little.

"You didn't even react when I waved my hand in front of your face." Sherlock adds. Surprise motherfucker. Why should I?

I face palm myself and chuckle.

As if my slap was the direction, both Mycroft and Lestrade both start to laugh. To be truthful, Mycroft only chuckles while Lestrade lets out a full-grown laughter. The thud also explains how he landed on the floor.

"My bad" I say smugly. I already feel the corners of my mouth tingling my eyes.

"You seem awfully happy for someone who should be regretting his actions..." Sherlock state his weight shifting towards me. The small clinging from the tableware explains that Sherlock leaned forward. Right into my fucking face.

Wow, thanks just what I needed. An interruption of my personal space mixed with some gay panic I can't seem to shake off.

"Oh well, you should know better" I smirk slightly. Though I do wonder, how did this turn into some intense flirting.

"I should know what?" Sherlock asks, his clothes ruffling as he gets even closer. His cologne starting to engulf me.

"That a mask will always stay until the end of the day" With that I lean back in the chair. I felt as if I would have suffocated if I stayed close a minute longer. I scratch my neck feeling an uncomfortable sting. Maybe I would have spilled the beans too. If there are some on the table anyway.

Beans.... Yep, reminds me that I am hungry. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday... or was it the day before yesterday? Welp, I am hungry- I mean I am John.

"I think I should take my leave now." Lestrade says and I practically feel his wink into my direction, "after all I don't want to keep you lovebirds from each other."

Lovebirds? Dude, I legitimately told him I have depression and that I lie to myself when I smile, but okay, fine.

The shuffling of clothes of Lestrade towards what I assume is the exit tells me he is leaving. I scratch my neck uncomfortable.

"I will follow this man's advice then. We will still need to talk, dear brother. Meet me today at 3pm sharp. Be late and I will personally make sure you will never be freed from this work." A little tip on the head for a goodbye contrasts Mycroft's statement. I am also able to her the squeaking and taps from his heels. Hoho, does he still have the wish to appear taller? What a world to live in.

My ears catch Lestrade's Gentleman actions such as holding the door open. So, I just give him my best dorky smile and thumps up as to say, 'Best luck to your love life'.

Still feeling this growing stench on my neck which is evolving into a very unpleasant burn. What the hell is this?! I feel like someone is watching my every move.

Oh... wait. I turn around to Sherlocks location. Or at least I hope I remembered correctly.

"What?" my voice slightly growls, clearly annoyed by the persistent look.

He would pity you if he knew.

Probably, but he's an idiot, so I just need to shoo him away before he gets to close.

"You just said something very depressing, yet you smile so easily..." he sounds... concerned? And curious, as if he does not understand my condition yet wishes to comprehend it. I blink a little. Why does this make me feel giddy? Why do I start to feel glad, that someone doesn't toss me away? That someone tries not to fix what is broken and what will never be complete again just to stop after noticing.

I sigh, I cannot keep being angry at this grown puppy dog.

"That's putting on a show for the sake of society." My eyes wander from Sherlocks place to somewhere else. I feel better averting my eyes, even though it is useless. Even though it is just a shallow gesture.

"But why put on a mask if you could let it out?"

"You would be labelled as defective. Put into wherever and a little snippet on you head calling you a 'lost case' or worse something 'not normal'. I know it is wrong, I just don't want anyone to call me out saying 'Hey, John you seem so different now. Why aren't you your cheery self?'" My hand runs through my hair

"But why does it matter? Why do you need to be cheery?" Sherlock's gaze is still upon me, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable now. 

(A/N) lmao I am back XD and I was even in the flow to write uwu So I might update earlier next timeee