Partners In Crime (A Teenlock fanfic!)

Chapter Three: Sherlock Holmes What A Dickhead

John

"It's like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why." - S.C Stephens

We ended up buying some dinner for Subway. Sherlock had tried to persuade me to go and have a sit down meal at the local Chinese restaurant but I was adamant to keep it simple. The last thing I needed was to make a scene in the middle of a crowded restaurant, which let's face it was extremely likely to happen.

We, and when I say we I really mean I, decided to go and sit down in the park a few blocks from my house. It was about 4:05pm by now and the park was still filled with little kids rushing around trying to get to the apparatus dotted around. As we sat down in a slightly more secluded corner of the park I felt Sherlock's eyes observing the kids as well, reminiscing evident on his face.

"Do you remember when that was us?" He turned to me a small smile on his lips.

"Of course I do, you were an annoying sod who always got to be the hero of the games we played," I grumbled, starting to unpack my subway sandwich from the it's packaging.

Sherlock gasped and clutched his hands to his chest.

"John you lie!" He exclaimed dramatically, a false look of shock swept across his features.

"Oh come of it! Whenever we played pirates and monsters, you were always the pirate and I was always the monster! Every single time!"

"Well that is simply because I was a better pirate than you John," Sherlock challenged me, a wide grin spread across his face and I stared at him in amusement.

"Now look whose lying..."

"On the contrary John, I never lie,"

I laughed bitterly at his statement.

"Yes you do,"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"You said you would never leave me,"

And there it was ladies and gentleman. The bombshell which ended any banter that had been exchanged between the two of us. Sherlock stared at me in disbelief, his eyes wide and sweeping my face again and again, his lips slightly open as if he wasn't exactly sure how to respond.

I wanted to scream at him. Demand all the answers which I had for so long wanted to know but I knew acting out wouldn't get Sherlock to talk any quicker. Where had he been all this time? Why hadn't he told me he was leaving? Why did he come? Why now? I just didn't understand. I sighed to myself weakly, resuming to unwrap my subway sandwich. Sherlock cleared his throat.

"I believe... I owe you an apology of some sort John,"

"Damn right you do," I muttered under my breath only meaning for myself to hear, however Sherlock still managed to hear it. I peered at him from the corner of my eye and watched as his face writhed with guilt.

"I understand that my absence has affected you somewhat, but you must know, I never wanted to leave. I wasn't even aware I was leaving until it had already happened and I was miles away from London," Sherlock's eyes flickered towards me quickly, checking to see if I was listening, and boy I was. My whole body had now turned towards him. "My parents and Mycroft had failed to inform me that my Grandfather was dying from cancer, looking back I really should have seen the signs that he was slowly wasting away when I went to visit him with mother but the thought of him dying had never occurred to me..." Sherlock's face had sunken slightly, the arrogant smirk long gone from his face. His eyebrows were now furrowed in deep concentration. I felt myself recoil a bit. Sherlock had never made this kind of expression when we were young.