A week had already passed, but the day at the crime scene wouldn't leave Minerva's head.
She showed up early at work to check up on all her patients. Most of the rooms were still dark, but one was brightly lit. It was the room of Mrs. Hope, a widow without kids, who had a severe lung infection. She had been here for half a year now and she was mostly sleeping, therefore Minerva was surprised that a light was burning in her room. As she entered, she saw Sherlock sitting in the visitor chair.
"What the bloddy hell are you doing here?" She whispered.
"You weren't responding to any of my texts." The Detective frowned. Minerva checked her phone: 18 texts from Sherlock
"Eightteen, really? What is so urgent that you came to Mrs. Hopes room?"
"There is no need to whisper, Minerva. She passed away today at five a.m."
"She -What?! You couldn't have told me that sooner?! How did you even know I worked here, after I quit?"
"That was simple, really, I-"
"That was a rethorical question." Minerva cut him off, while she did the paperwork on Mrs. Hope.
"Oh well, anyway that wasn't the reason, why I came here ihn the first place. You know a lot about emotions, dont you?" Sherlock inquired.
"Yes...why?"
"Could you tell me more about the hart and mind defect?"
"The..what now?"
"The heart and mind defect."
"Do you mean love?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I might be in love with...someone." Sherlock tried his best to avoid saying Johns name.
"Someone? Is this someone a Doctor?" Minerva smiled.
"I..yes. I belive, you know who it is."
"If I give you my advice, will you let me work?"
"Yes."
"Tell him. Tell him, what you feel."
"But what if he rejects me?" Sherlock feared.
"I have a feeling, that he won't. Now, please get out, I need to get my work done."
Sherlock did what she said and left the hospital. But he was uncertain, if he could tell John, what he felt. Because it was a lot. He was the only person, who had put up with him for so long. And he didn't even know, what really happened with John, after he faked his death. Sure, the doctor grew a moustache, but other than that, he had no idea. Moreover, Sherlock was scared of the reaction to his feelings. What if it ruined their friendship? Or worse, what if John would move out and leave him alone? The last time....Sherlock didn't want to remeber that.
"Sir, we're there." The voice of a cab driver snapped him out of his thoughts. Sherlock couldn't recall, when he ordered a cab. Nevertheless, he paid the cabbie and walked up to the door. It felt hard to climb the stairs, with so much he had on on his chest. Sherlock decided, it would be fatal to tell John the way he made him feel, fearing he would get rejected.
Feelings weren't something, the consulting Detective usually delt with. Sure, in some cases, feelings like sadness and grief had been involved, but this was the first time Sherlock felt something different than the usual.
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The heart really is the most confusing body part. On one hand, it pumps blood through our veins, on the other, it's the one thing that hurts the most, if you're hopelessly in love.
Some people are terrified to even fall in love.
Other ones see it as a disadvantage.
Some don't know how to express it.
Due to dishonesty, some don't know if they can trust their partner.
Others can be hopelessly in love, without the other person knowing.
And then there are some, who have known it once, but were betrayed and their partner didn't even know that they betrayed teir loved one.
But what hurts the most, is running away from your feelings.
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Sherlock had kept his feelings to himself, for almost three weeks now. It was unbareable. John had noticed, that something was wrong with his flatmate, but he assumed it had something to do with the case.
But tonight he decided to ask about it.
"Sherlock, are you okay?" The Doctor questioned,
"Yes, of course, I'm okay." The Detective snapped.
"You don't sound like it. What's on you mind?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yes, I care about you."
"You are. You always are. I know, what I'm going to say may sound ridiculous, because it's coming from me, but I love you. I love you with every fiber of my heart. And I know, that I've hurt you in the past and I cannot imagine, what pain I have caused. You have put up with me for so long and I never really told you, how much I appreciate you and how thankful I am that you are here. I -"
"Stop." John cut him off. This was it. Sherlock just confessed his feelings to him and now....now he would be left alone.
"How long have you kept this to youself." John asked, tears forming in his eyes.
"T-Too long. W-Why?"
"Because I think...,no I know, I feel the same way. You mya be the most insufferable human being, I have ever crossed paths with, but I do love you." John smiled at Sherlock.
"Oh, I knew it, boys." A voice suddenly interrupted. Mrs. Huson stood in the doorway, her niece right next to her.
"You really need to close the door." Minerva grinned.
"H-How long have you been standing there?" John inquired.
"Long enough to film it for your wedding someday." Mrs. Hudson anwered. Sherlock chuckled ligtly. Finally he got to say, what he had on his chest and the best part was, that John returned his feelings. The Detective couldn't be happier.
"I think we should leave the two alone. Would you like a cuppa, aunt Martha?" Minerva sugessted.
"Oh, yes please, dear." The elderly woman followed the younger one upstairs.
"Would you like to go out? Saturday maybe?" John asked.
What about Rosie?"
"I kow that Minerva has the day off, so I'll ask her to look after the baby."
"So Saturday then?"
"Yes." John confirmed. They smiled at eachother.
For once everything was perfect.
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Chapter five, me fellow Johnlock shippers.
I very much hope you like it.
Have a nice Day/Night.
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