Habits of the Heart

VII

Murmuring was heard from oustide the door but John couldn't understand any of it, he was too busy trying to fight off the light that attacked his eyes.

"...Can't keep doing favors..."

"But Mycroft I..."

John could only pick up snippets of what they were saying.

"...keep working with him he..."

"...too slow!"

"Mmph.."

"He's waking up."

John tried to sit up but the pins and needles in his head caused him to fall back, causing him to groan.

"Hey John, take it easy." Sherlock murmured softly, coming into view.

"Why are you here?" He asked quietly.

"I carried you here..." He said sheepishly, looking away.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you care?"

Sherlock smiled sadly, looking back up at John.

"I'm pretty sure you already know."

John stayed silent. He did know.

"Where's Harry?"

"She's at home."

"I'm in the bloody hospital with.. With.. With I dont even know what and she's sitting in her room?!"

"Actually, I asked her to stay. I didn't want her to see you."

John's eyes softened. His body eased back onto the bed and he smiled, a small lopsided smile, at Sherlock.

"You're a good person y'know? I mean I know you play that smart arse act and push everyone away, but I can see you."

"You're the only one that ever has John Watson."

Sherlock smiled slightly and looked back down, rocking on his feet uncomfortable and avoiding meeting John's gaze.

The injured boy began to laugh. He laughed through his headache. Through the pain that coursed through him. Sherlock, unaware of why he was laughing, couldn't help but follow along eith the contagious sound.

"You- You really are a teenage girl."

"Am not!"

"It-It's not necessarily a bad thing." He assured with a smile.

Sherlock just rolled his eyes.

"Makes you seem... I dunno.. Cute?"

Cute.

"I-I mean.. I just.. I-" John stammered, there was no way out of this one. Calling him cute? Where did that come from?

Sherlock's eyes widened and a blush crept into his face. He quickly brought his gaze to the ground, unsure of what to say.

"I didn't mean... What I meant was.." He struggled for words, for anything that didnt make him sound like a fish out of water.

"It.s fine. I-I should get going." He said hurriedly, turning towards the door. "Harry will be by to pick you up soon."

And with that, he was off.

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"Cute Harry! I called the poor bloke cute!"

"Did he blush?"

"Harry this is serious!"

"Just admit you like him too, it's obvious."

John raised an eyebrow. Even after so long. After all that time spent in her room, devoid of any contact, she still knew her brother better than anyone in the world.

She could read him better than Sherlock would be able to.

"Harry! How many times do I have to tell you Im not gay?!"

"You just called a boy cute, you could tell me it millions of times and I still wouldn't believe you."

"Harry please.."

"What are you so scared of?"

"Nothing. I just..." He gave up with a big sigh and turning to face out the window. The cab stopped and he paid the driver before quickly scurrying into the house.

The heavy blanket was a gift from heaven, blocking out everything. He pulled out his phone and dispite his headache, though not as strong thanks to medicine, sent a quick text.

To: Sherlock

Do you fancy lunch or something together since there's no school tomorrow? -JW

He fell asleep before the beeping sound was emitted by his phone.

Sounds good. Lunch it is. -SH

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John awoke early the next morning, checking his phone briefly before hurrying over to the shower.

He was filled with... Giddyness?

As soon as he finished, he stepped out only to be face to face with Harry.

"Ah! Oh! Well, Harry even though I do appreciate you leaving your room, isn't this a bit much?" He asked, slightly flustered. He mentally thanked himself for bringing the clothes into the bathroom with him.

"Where are you going?" She asked, eyeing his clothes. Casual, but definately for going out.

"Nowhere." He replied quickly.

"John, you speak quickly when you're lying. You are going to see him, aren't you?" She asked, unable to supress a smile.

"So what?! It's only thank him, that's all!" He said, getting defendive quickly.

"Okay! Okay!" She said, putting her hands up in mock surrender. She turned abd scurried away quickly.

"Make sure to put on deoderant you pig!" She teased before shutting her door behind her.

John shook his head, chuckling softly and heading back to his room. She has been so lively lately, he didn't understand it.

A/N- Just had a brilliant idea (My brilliance is probably average to normal people I just get over-excited)

Also, I've accidentally made Harry into all of us. Woops.

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