Fixing the Broken

Chapter Two

SHERLOCK'S POV

I kick myself mentally. I can not believe that I had just expressed that to John. I had just told my roommate and my best friend that I loved him. John was never meant to know.

My heart starts to beat faster as I look up at John's shocked features. I'm trying to think of something that would get me out of this situation, but for once my mind is blank.

A small part of me wants to tell John everything, right here right now. I could sit here and tell him that from the day I met him, he has filled a big hole inside of me and that ever since I left him I'd felt empty and hollow.

But the other part of me wants to run away from him as far as I can and banish my emotions.

I decide to go with the second option.

"Get out." I say, my voice is dry monotone. I stare at the wall intently.

"Sherlock..." He starts.

"Get out!" I shout abruptly, interrupting him. I move my eyes to his face, he looks hurt for a second and then his expression changes into anger.

"No." He answers sternly, not moving.

"I'll go then." I get up from the floor stumbling a bit as I do, I still felt pretty ill, but I can't stay here looking at John. I move towards the door, but John's already stood there in-front of it with his arms crossed over his chest.

I step forward so my face is nearly touching his, I tower over him, but I can still I feel his warm breath on my cheek making my body shiver slightly.

"Move." I command, trying my best to stop my body from swaying.

"No" He repeats with the same expression.

I grab his shoulders and push him to the side making him fall over into the bathtub, creating a loud thud. I don't look back at him as I open the bathroom door and run to the lounge.

I can hear John moving behind me shouting my name as I hurry away from him.

I don't have time to get a shirt so I have to make do with just my coat which I grab before swinging open the apartment door. I stumble down the stairs trying to put my coat on as I go.

I can hear footsteps thumping behind me, I turn to see John running down the stairs after me, but before he was down I was already out the front door waving for a taxi.

Luckily a taxi stops straight away, I swing the door open and jump inside.

"Where to?" Asks the taxi driver looking in his mirror at me.

"Anywhere, I don't care just drive." Struggling to catch my breathing.

The cab driver raises his eyebrow but doesn't question me further. He steps on the gas pedal and starts to drive away.

I turn my head around to see John standing there watching me drive away, his face filled with worry and longing. I look away quickly and focus on the road ahead, feeling that hole in my stomach get bigger as we drive away.

JOHN'S POV

I stand there on the pavement watching my best friend run away from me. I didn't even know why he had reacted the way he did. I just never knew that he felt that way for me, or for anyone.

The streets are quite empty with the odd people walking by who are shooting me strange looks and glares, I ignore them all as I walk back into the house.

I close the door and let my body drop to the ground as I lean against the door, I smack my head on the door in anger, but when I do I feel a throb of pain. I must have bruised my head when Sherlock pushed me into the bath, I'm still trying to come to terms with that, with everything.