Friends Protect People (Johnlock)

Revealed

A/N agh only a couple more chapter updates after this one, climax getting close (that's what she said XD sorry I'm immature and hang around too many boys) Of course I will have a couple fluffy moments at the end, you guys deserve it :)

Thanks so much for all the awesome comments on the last chapter, so here's the next one, a bit earlier than I was originally planning but here ya guys go.

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(Sherlock’s POV)

My hand were clenching tight to the steering wheel as I tore down the road. I could see that my knuckles were bone-white, but it didn’t matter. I was numb; I couldn’t feel a thing. My mind was racing faster than usual after my conversation with Moriarty.

            “Are you okay?” Callum asked timidly, and I rolled my eyes.

            “Yes I’m perfectly fine. I mean, besides the fact that John has been kidnapped by a completely psychotic man who has intents on killing him unless I can get to him on time. That’s sort of putting me down at the moment.” I bit out sarcastically.

            “You really care about him don’t you.” He states, rather than asks.

            “No, I’m just doing this out of the good of my heart.” Callum flinches at the coldness of my voice.

            “Do you love him?” He asks. Apparently some people just can’t take a hint.

            “What is this? An interrogation of some sorts?” I ask defensively.

            “I suppose you could think of it like that.” Callum shrugs, looking away. I bite my lip, hesitating a moment before answering.

            “Of course I love him.” My voice is so quiet that it’s almost a whisper. I wasn’t even sure that Callum heard me before he turned back to me, the corner of his lip turned up.

(Callum’s POV)

I had finally gotten what Moriarty wanted, a confirmation on Sherlock’s feelings. No matter how hard Moriarty tried to drill it into me, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for them. My boss was making their lives a living hell because he thought it was fun. He found sheer amusement based on the pain of others.

I guess that’s why he’s kept me around, I thought bitterly. I didn’t even and try to fool myself anymore about what I was to Moriarty. I was an object of amusement, something for him to toy with when Moran wasn’t doing it for him. Moriarty found me a little bit after Sherlock had ‘died’, on the streets selling my body to any willing person. I could painfully remember that first night exactly how willing Moriarty was. Somehow, he found out about my intelligence, and made me make a deal. I would work for him as a detective with the Scotland Yard, and he wouldn’t kill me.

Now he wanted me to help him finish off Sherlock, and with him sitting here, confessing his love, and looking scared and vulnerable, and I don’t think that I could do it.