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Johnlock; I'm worrying

John couldn't sleep. He was constantly thinking about the day. Sherlock and he worked on a case downtown and then Sherlock left (again) without a word. He disappeared for nearly 3 hours. John was freaking the hell out. What if something happened? Sherlock wouldn't answer his phone and Lestrade seemed not to know where he is too. So, of course John was worried. Sherlock, however, came later to there Apartment like nothing happened. He just nodded to John and laid down on the Couch. His fingertips against each other like he was going to pray, but Sherlock was just absorbed in thought. John was to shocked. Not a hello? No Explanation? Nothing? But he said to himself to stay fucking calm.

"So, where have you been so Long?" he asked.

"Not now John, I'm in my mind Palace." said Sherlock with closed eyes.

"And the case?" John wanted to know.

"Solved"

"What? How? You disappeared and ...."

"I had to do something on my own. Your presence would had disturbed my Mission."

"Disturbed? Oh, I'm sorry that the great mind of Mr Sherlock Holmes felt disturbed by me!"

"Exactly. Problem?"

"Hell yes. I was worrying about you for 3 fucking hours. Not knowing who you were and what you do. There was a murder running around and you just went. And then you walked in like no big deal. God Sherlock you really drive me crazy sometimes." John went upstairs and left a confused Sherlock.

Now, later this evening, John was laying in his bed and regret the yelling. Sherlock was, well, Sherlock. What had he expected? A whole speech about Sherlocks day?

It was late, nearly 1 a.m.. But Sherlock would be still awake. John grabbed his phone. Wrote a text. Deleted it. Wrote something new. Deleted again. He tapped with his fingers on the phone, not sure what to do.

"Still awake?" he texted finally.

"Yes." came one second later the response.

"I'm sorry that i yelled at you."

"accepted." "Why did you yelled?"

"i think i was just anxiously. We're working together and you disappeared. I was worrying."

"You worried about me?"

"Yes."

"the reason i left you alone was because i wanted to protect you. I knew the killer was a psychopath who would do anything to stop me. Like killing my Blogger. The signs where to find him were there. Obvious Lestrade didn't saw anything. So i had to go alone for your protection."

Sherlock wanted to protect him? John felt a warm wave of affection for Sherlock. He had to smile.

Downstairs, Sherlock laid in his bed, too, smiling because John watson worried about him. Nobody ever did that. not like that. Mycroft was worrying all the time, that Sherlock could do something stupid, but Johns worrying was different. Then he frowned one's brow. Emotion and Feelings. Something he never really understood. He always thought, that i was a human defect. Bu now he wasn't sure anymore. Maybe... Maybe Feelings weren't a weakness, maybe it was something stronger.

Upstairs, John waited for another message from sherlock. But after 15 min. he was still not texting. Maybe he fallen asleep, thought John. He stood up to check on Sherlock. He found him awake in his bedroom, thinking about something.

"You're okay?" John asked. Sherlock looked up. "I'm not sure. I feel strange. Warm." Could that be ... Love? Sherlock thought about any Logical Explanation. But it seemed that emotions didn't Play after Logical rules. That afraid him. John saw that. That something was bothering him. And came closer.

But Sherlock wanted to know. He closed the gab between them and pressed his lips onto Johns. First, John was perplexed,than he kissed back.

'Finally' he thought. John melted in Sherlocks arms.

Sherlock himself felt something exploded in his chest. Something that was brewed there for a Long time and now erupted like a volcano.

"It seems that i have inexplicable romantic Feelings for you..."

"I love you too Sherlock."

(Okay, here is the first one. Sorry for any grammar mistakes :S Hope you enjoyed it.)