ideas i hope someone uses

forgiveness

"freak!" donovan laughed, "absolute nobody. and thats what you'll stay as." she looked at john, "now what do you think about your partner now, john?"

john looked at her and me, while i felt the most embarrassed i ever felt.

"i.." he looked back at me, "yeah. i think hes a freak, he shouldnt of done that, but maybe it was an-"

"hah! told you! psychopaths dont get no one. not even a friend, like you." she came forth, pointed at my chest, while i looked at john in heartbreak.

"no, wait i-" john tried to push her away, but i already knew what he was to say. 'i meant it, now go away.'

maybe i was better off alone than anyone.

"i suppose i am better alone. she's right. now go with your mischief of a group." i shed a singular tear, until resisting more to come, running to our flat. i didnt even think on catching a cab, i just stopped thinking, and there i was, running to our flat on a rainy day.

john chased after me, i could hear his shoes pattering against the pavement, i could hear him shouting my name, but i didnt care. why would he care anyway? he said it, "he's a freak."

why? why did it have to be john?

i saw a black, long car driving over to us. mycroft. i ran faster, trying to outrun the car, but, its a car. wait, what if i took a shortcut? i ran to the side, nowhere to be seen by mycroft.

john ran right near me, bloody bastard. i saw him, i was in the shadows, nobody could see me.

"sherlock?" he looked around, eyeing every wall like they were a criminal in disguise.

"sherlock?!" he shouted louder, as i knew mycrofts team would figure where we were.

"sherl-" i stood up and grabbed him, "shut up, john. mycroft's over there." i covered his mouth, so he wouldnt go on.

he looked up at me, then back at the light, where you could see mycroft.

i took my hand off from his mouth, and led an exhaled gasp from john.

"bloody hell, sherlock, i thought you-"

"shut up." i cut him off, "if youre going to tell me why you hate me so much, then i'd of let you tell mycroft where we are by now."

he looked at me very confused, and when he did, he turned around. i only finally did notice i was still holding him, thats why we were in such an uncomfortable position.

he then laughed, but softly. not a fake laugh, a genuine laugh, the laugh john makes. my john.

everything felt right at the moment, at peace. the only thing you wouldve noticed was the man right in front you, and his beautiful, admiring laugh.

then i realized we were back when he stopped laughing.

"you thought i hated you?" he was shedding a happy tear, from all the laughter.

"well, no, i just-"

"you thought i hated you!" he smiled at me, then hugged me. "i would never hate you, sherlock. youre the most brilliant man ive ever known."

"what? wait- wait, why did you call me a freak, then?"

"i did, but donovan cut me off. what i was to say, was that maybe it was an accident, and that it was okay that it happened."

"oh." i looked down at him, holding the embrace.