Universe stratos (Johnlock)

Sprained Feelings

WOoo long work week, hopefully I can start making better update times. My laptop came in and i finished this. Yayyyyyyy. Hope you enjoy.

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Thinking, thinking, thinking. It seems that's all Sherlock's done since the bond had opened up. He knew John felt his emotions now, but didn't really bother to censor himself since he often did not have a thoughts and feelings. John's feelings on the other hand, were constantly a mess that Sherlock couldn't understand whatsoever. Almost like Pablo Picasso's art, which Sherlock also didn't understand. 

This whole soulmate thing bothering him too. No one really knows where it came from, it's just been observed. it is also lead to quite cruel experiments that have been deemed illegal since the happenings. The biggest study was probably how to break the bond, something Sherlock looked into often. It seems the only way to do so was to murder your partner, since that is the ultimate betrayal. Sure I didn't really feel like murdering John. Sherlock in fact would probably be sad if John was dead because he's probably the closest thing to a friend that he has- even though he would never admit it. Sherlock was also curiously concerned about John. Maybe it was the bond, yes that was it, the silly bond. Sherlock has decided to keep a journal of his findings about it.

Sherlock got up and picked up the journal on the table and jotted down the notes in his fine handwriting.

-Bond creates some sort of sentiment

Then he closes the journal, places it back on the desk and walks back the love seat in his dark blue robe and lies back down. Suddenly he feels a tug of annoyance reverb in his chest, he puts his head up and sees John glaring daggers at him from their kitchen.

"What is it now?" he says picking up the news paper in boredom.

"There are human toes in the fridge," John dead pans. 

"Yes, and I would prefer it if you'd leave them be, they're apart of an experiment I will be conducting tomorrow," he says not even looking up from the news paper he's been flipping through. 

"Well, I would prefer that my food wasn't next to dead human body parts," John said, with another surge of irritation running through the bond. Sherlock rolled his eyes, sending back a ping of annoyance in retaliation. John once again sent back another wave and huffed. 

"You're giving me a headache John. Would you stop being so tedious," John's temper then flared,

"OH, I'M Giving YOU a HEADACHE?" Sherlock put down the news paper. 

"Yes John, you are giving me a headache," he growled, sending more than just irritated feelings across the bond. 

"And you give me a headache for your disregard for ANYTHING I say. It's like you're trying to ignore me any chance you get! You know, it'd be A LOT easier to spend the rest of my damn, miserable life with your sorry ass if you at least ACT LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING INSTEAD OF A DAMM PSYCHOPATH," ouch. That hurt. Sherlock didn't say anything but the feelings of guilt and hurt buzzed back and forth from either party. 

They stared at each other for a while, the broiling anger, the hurt bubbling and burning getting ready to over flow its pot. John shut the refrigerator door that had been left hanging open at the beginning of the fight and quickly walked to the stair case not even looking at Sherlock.  

Something happened though.

The bond was sort of like a muscle, the more stressed it got, the tighter and more knots it got. It turns out pulling it makes it hurt much, much worse.

Sherlocks eyes widened as he felt hot white pain run through him, John made a pained grunt and backed away from the stairs until it stopped. He was only 4 feet away from Sherlock. Which did not make him very happy, John really didn't feel like being near him but now had too because of some ridiculous force of the universe. Great. 

The men both shifted uncomfortably. Of course they weren't going to be able to get away from each other until they worked it out. Even after they worked it out they were going to have keep it worked out if they didn't want to end up stuck together. They both didn't want to make it work out of course considering Johns inherent dislike for Sherlocks assness. John sits down in the arm chair by the love seat where Sherlock is glaring at him with the news paper on his lap. 

"Well... I guess we better get comfortable," Sherlock said, rolling his beautiful eyes. Oh if only he wasn't an ass.

 "well, we could, I don't know... Work it out?" John suggested sarcastically. Sherlock scoffed.

"What good would that do? It would only drive us on to being a one of those disgusting loving couples," John scowls.

"I've been looking for something like that all my life,"

"Well, I've been avoiding them all my life. Too tedious," John sighed wondering what it would take to get through to him.

"if you're wondering what it will take to get through to me, don't even bother," this made John obviously discouraged.

His heart felt like it was going to fall out his chest and he felt something coming from himself that he hadn't in a long time. Guilt. John seemed to feel it too because a confused look crossed his face. Sherlock stayed silent. 

"Sherlock... Please.. Can you just try...? I know you didn't want this but maybe one day you'll like it," John nearly had tears in his eyes threatening to spill out, "its just that I've be waiting to find my soulmate for a long time. I'm a getting old and not finding yours tends to effect you, its been a really long, hard time trying to find one and I just want to stop feeling so empty..." John trailed off. Sherlock was silent and didn't say anything. He just nodded slowly, almost his way of saying "I'll try." John took a deep breath and decided to change the subject for Sherlock's sake.

"Um...I'm really tired and I need to go to bed. I know you usually don't sleep but we aren't going to be able to move very far apart like this..."

"Just sleep in my bed then, theres room for two and I have a desk near my bed I can do research in," the brunette said regaining his composure, "I'll try to be quiet...uh.. for y-you" he finished, awkwardly.

"Oh thanks..." a warm glow resounded from John's end, a mixture of embarrassment and maybe even happiness. Sherlock almost felt like smiling but decided to keep his serious detective vibe around him. They walked to the bedroom sticking close to one another making sure both of them don't feel any pain. They approached the door and stepped inside the medium sized room with a large bed and a desk not too far from it, the royal purple bedding was neatly made and looked like it probably hadn't been slept in for days. 

Sherlock walked to the bed and pulled back the purple comforter and revealed black cotton sheets under it. John walked towards the bed and got under the blankets. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes. Sherlock stood there until he seemed comfortable and walked to his desk and sat down.

"Goodnight Sherlock," John said, his words resounding off the walls.

"Goodnight, John.."