JohnLock - One-shot [English]

I love you

John groaned as he opened his eyes. Rosie spent part of the night crying and was looking at him, now standing in her cot. Machinally, he glanced at him alarm clock which was flashing. 7:45am.

-No ! I'll be late !

He stood up, grapped his daughter and walked quickly down the strairs. He put her down in her seat, right next to Sherlock.

-Good morning, my dear Watson.

-Hello Sherlock. Can you watch her while she has her botlle ? I'm going to be late.

-Mm..

The detective was drinking a cup of tea while reading the paper. He glaced at the little girl, who was smiling and trying to grab what she could. She was not satisfied untile the warm bottle was in her hands. As for the doctor, he hurried up the stairs and dressed even faster. He came back down just as quickly, grabbing his coat at the same time.

He kissed his daughter gently, before adressing his friend, while putting on his shoes.

-Sherlock, I've got to go now, I'm late already. Mrs Hudson should be here any minute to take Rosie.

He was already halfway down the stairs when he shouted :

-See you tonight ! I love you !

The door slammed shortly after him.

When the landlady entered the room, she paused to see the strange scene in front of her. Rosie had long since finished her bottle, and was playing with the newspapper she had managed to grab, happily tearing it. As for him, the detective had the teacup halfway to his mouth, his hand still open, empty of the newspaper.

- Sherlock ? My dear, are you alright ?

The dark-haired man did not answer. She tried to attract his attention, in vain. Completely lost in his thoughts, he didn't react to anything. She took the tea cup out of his hand, not wanting it to break when he regained consciousness.

Instead she looked after the little girl, delighted to be looking after such an adorable baby. Once the little girl was clean and dressed, she left the flat.

When John opened the door of 221B Baker Street that evening, he did not expect to be accosted directly by Mrs Hudson with his daughters in her arms.

-Mrs Hudson ? Why do you have Rosie ? Sherlock was supposed to be looking after her !

-Oh, John, I don't know what to tell you. He stayed at the flat, in the same position as this morning, no matter what I tried.

-Thank you. I'm sure it's fine. Can you oblige me by keeping Rosie for a little while longer ? I'll go and talk to him.

-Of course, of course. This child is truly an angel.

John walked up the stairs, both angry and worried. Angry because he had entrusted Sherlock with the care of his daughter, and he had just proved to him that he couldn't trust him. Worried because Sherlock was only in this state when he was in his mental palace, and as far as he knew they had no current case.

As he pushed open the door to the flat, he called his roommate.

-Sherlock ?

The detective was still sitting at the table, his hand in the way of his mouth, as if the cup were still there. When John burst in, Sherlock suddenly started to move.

-Did you forget something on your way out ?

He grapped the cup, and winced at the, now, cold tea. He then tried to continue reading his paper, but found his hand empty, and the newspapper scattered on the floor.

-What...

He frowned, confused. It was only when he notticed the setting sun that he realised he hadn't moved all day.

-Sherlock ? Is everything all right ? You've been like this all day... And you don't even seem to know it.

-I was in my mental palace.

-But we don't have any case at the moment.

-John, I've told you many times before that I don't use my palace just to solve cases.

Sherlock put down the now useless cup and walked to the window. He was ashamed of the turn his thoughts had taken, but could not admit anything to his doctor.

-Sherlock, look at me.

The detective finally obey him, but reluctantly. John had a stern look on his face.

-I don't care what was occupying your mind so much. Mrs Hudson came to see you many times and you haven't reacted once. I gave you custody of my daughter. What would have happened today if she didn't came ? What would have happened to my daughter, sitting in front of you, crying ? A child lived in this house,, you can't afford to be so withdrawn when I'm not around, Sherlock.

-Love you...

-I'm sorry, what ?

Sherlock cheek's turned scarlet.

-This morning... When you left... You said 'I love you'.

-Did I ?

John was confused, Sherlock embarrassed. There was a silence for a moment. However, the doctor seemed to finally understand the significance of his words, as he laughed.

-I was talking to my daughter Sherlock. Just as I do everyday.

Seeing the detective's lack of reaction, John walked over to him, a smile floating across his face. The detective looked into his eyes, somewhat confused, dreading  his next move, whil praying that it was the one he was hopping for.

-If you wish, I can tell them to you too.

-What do you mean ?

-These three words. I can say them if you want. Just for you.

-Do you.. you want to... Want to tell me ?

-If you want to hear them.

They looked intoeach other's eyes, a bit confused. Which men will make the first move ?

Their noses touched, theirs breaths mingled. No one could tell who woud put their head forward first, whose lips would touch the other's first, whose tongue would open the way to tease the other.

What was certain, was that it was John who said it first, but Sherlock's heart was the one that beat first.

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That's it ! Hope you liked it