The Professor NEW CHAPTER!!!

I Just Need One

The Johnlock starts
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They never talked about that night. John woke up to an empty bed, and ignored it completely. Sherlock had told him about how he can just delete things from his memory if he wants-he suspected that is what was done. He never told John what happened. But then again, he did delete it, so it couldn't have been too pleasant.

"Just One, John! I'll only use one! I promise!"

"No! I told you-"

"Yes, I know... But I need it!"

"Ha, no, you don't. And you know bloody well, too!"

"I do, but it helps-"

"Helps? Ha, yeah, it helps you not breathe!"

"Breathing's boring."

"It's not when you are dead!"

"At least when I'm dead I won't be yelled at by you." Sherlock mumbled, plopping onto the couch. John sat up and put on his coat.

"I'm going out."

"Why? To get me a ci-"

"No." John breathed calmly and slammed the door shut, running down the stairs and calmly closing the door. Sherlock stood from the couch and stomped over the coffee table to the window. He watched John walk, hands shoved in pockets. A black car was waiting put aside and a young lady leaning on it. They had a small conversation and John got in the car with a hand near the gun tucked in his pants. Sherlock slammed a fisted hand against the glass with a growl of frustration, also pressing his forehead. His breath fogged it up and he wrote "JOHN."

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John arrived in a warehouse that was God knows where. There was a man twirling an umbrella. John walked up to the man, standing about ten feet from him for safety.

"You won't be needing your gun. I can assure you I am not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?"

"Haha, I'm here. Isn't that enough?"

"What do you want?"

"Information."

"About?"

"You've seen living in two hundred and twenty one b with a Professor Holmes, am I correct?"

"Yes."

"How well are you acquainted?"

"Sorry?" John stepped forward a bit more.

"You've known each other how long?"

"Well, uh, a while, he is my professor-"

"And now you live in a flat together."

"Yeah...your point?"

"My point is.." He was becoming very impatient. How could Sherlock stand this...this...John? "You are living with Sherlock Holmes, you should know that he is not your average human."

"That is quite obvious. Now, tell me why you give a damn about him."

"I worry about him...constantly..."

"Okay, that's great! I, however do not care. So, please take me home."

"Not yet."

"Who are you?" John growled roughly with clenched teeth.

"You are loyal, very quickly."

"No, I'm not I just don't care about what you think."

"I'm the closest thing to a friend Sherlock is capable of possessing."