As Long As It Takes

He slammed the door as he stormed away from our fight. He had been angry with me ever since the fall. I hadn't meant to hurt him and no matter how many times I say it he still is mad. I moved to the window to see him get into a cab and watch it drive away. I then reached my hand up to my cheek and wiped the tear away.

I sent him a text "I'm sorry -SH"

No reply.

I didn't worry, he was mad and me apologizing was having no effect on how hurt he felt. I didn't blame him I knew how much of a dick I could be. I sent him several more texts. None of them got any response except silence. So I went to the kitchen and began to record the finding from my "Head" experiment.

The next day I sent several more texts. Still no response. Not that I was expecting one. I looked at the yellow smile on the wall and I could feel it's bullet eyes mocking me. I wanted to pick up John's gun and shoot it a couple more times, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. So instead I stared at the ceiling and thought of John.

John. My best friend, and loyal partner. I don't know how the stupid fight even started. I only recal John getting mad and slamming something down onto the table. We screamed some obscene words and then he left. I shouldn't be so hard on him. He never stopped believing in me and here I was screaming at him.

Mrs. Hudson came into the room and saw that John still wasn't back, so she came and sat next to me on the couch.

"Just tell him how you feel Sherly." she told me as she patted me on the leg.

"I don't have feelings." I told her, as I began to stare even more intently at the ceiling.

"We both know that's not true. I have been in your room at night before. You may not know this, but you have a nasty habit of talking in your sleep." as she said this she smiled "The first time I came in I thought you were talking to me but you started talking about John, so I kept it to myself. I didn't tell you because I wanted you to tell him in your own time, but that may not happen if you chicken out." she got up and went to go make tea.

I don't talk in my sleep, I thought to myself. I don't have feelings for John! How could I have feelings for... the only person I have ever considered a friend. I shot up off the couch and ran to my phone.

Where are you? -SH

No reply. Damn.

Where's John? -SH

This I sent to Mycroft. And thankfully I got an immediate reply.

Crashing at Lestrade and my's place. Please come get him. -MH

Coming. -SH

When I got there Lestrade opened the door and I asked him where John was.

"Second door to the right." he told me "And he hasn't come out in two days, I was starting to get worried." as he said this I was already climbing the twisting staircase that lead to the spare bedrooms.

I knocked on the door. No reply.

"John?" I asked loud enough for him to hear but not so loud so as to let Mycroft hear me.

"Go away Sherlock, I have nothing to say to you." was the reply I got. I knew I'd have to be here a while so I went downstairs and grabbed a pillow. I propped it outside John's door and waited. I knocked every hour. No reply.

I sat there for ten hours until John finally came out and saw me sitting on the floor. He was going to close the door but I stuck my foot in the way. John finally caved and sat next to me.

"You left." I told him as I drew my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

"So did you." he retorted angrily, I could see the anger in his eyes.

"I came back." I told him trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"For how long?" he asked pleadingly. He wanted desperately to believe I wasn't going to leave but was to mad to hear me out. I released my legs and crawled over to John until I was on top of him and kissed him.

"As long as it takes." I said, kissing him again as a tear ran down my cheek.

"For what?" he whispered.

"For me to have the one thing I've wanted for so long." I leaned in and drew his head into my hands as I kissed him. When I pulled away I leaned close to his ear and whispered "You."

John and I lay on the floor between his room and the hallway kissing. As I kissed him I could feel him pressing himself against me. My hand slipped up his shirt as his unbuttoned mine. Soon we stood up and moved to the bed, and by then weren't wearing any clothes. John was so warm I didn't want him to stop. He was now my John and sure enough he didn't stop until we were both in a state of total bliss.