I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 9

POV Sherlock

I was nervous, or at least I think I was. It was Monday and we had counseling today. I had proposed to John in my journal entry and was nervous for the outcome.

I got no sleep last nigh. I was to busy being worried about John turning me down. It was morning now and I decided that I should get up and go make breakfast.

I was in the middle of eggs and toast when he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. I hadn't been paying attention so I jumped at his touch.

"Sherlock is something wrong?" he asked as I started putting eggs on a plate.

"N-No." I stuttered nervously as I handed him a plate and started on the tea.

"Sherlock, I know when your lying." he replied flatly as he set the plate down and put a hand on my shoulder to make me face him. I looked into his eyes and saw concern and something else. Love?

"It's nothing." I told him smiling weakly. I could see he didn't believe me, but didn't push it. I sat down at the table but when I looked up at John I could see hurt in his eyes.

"John, what's wrong? What did I say?" I asked worried. Did I do something wrong?

"Nothing, it's just that I thought you trusted me enough to tell me things that trouble you." He replied as he picked up his dishes and put them in the sink. I got up and went over to him. He looked like he would cry.

"John, no that's not it! I tell you everything, I trust you with my life! I just-" I was interrupted by a horn honking outside. Mycroft was early! 

"Come on Sherlock, we'll be late." he said as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door. Great, now John thinks I'm hiding something from him!

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POV Jim

Mycroft had picked us up before Sherlock and John so we were already in the car when they got in. John looked sad and Sherlock had a look like he was worried and slightly mad, but not at himself.

I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.

Is everything okay?

None of your concern. -SH

I'm not saying it is, I was just curious, sorry.

Sherlock tilted his head, we hadn't actually been speaking but had achieved a point where we could talk to each other using facial expressions.

Sorry! You? -SH

Yes me, I am sorry for intruding where you odiously didn't want me. Have a problem with that?

Boys, what's wrong? -Myc

Nothing! -SH

Sherlock has something he doesn't want to talk about, so I'm not going to push him.

At this point Greg looked at us with his head tilted. Great another ordinary person who, I'm sure, Mycroft would later explain our "conversation" to.

I took a good long look at Mycroft and Sherlock. Both looked slightly worried. Why? I know that I proposed to Molly in the journal but why would they be nervou... oh. They must have proposed as well! Oh this was going to be good!

I must have shown what I was thinking because Molly looked at me questioningly. I smiled and she relaxed a little. Sherlock and Mycroft on the other hand had tensed up a little, they realized that I figured out what was going on.

I moved my fingers to my lips and zipped them with an imaginary key. Then I took the key and threw it at Sherlock. 

The car came to a stop and I moved to get out of the car. Sherlock grabbed my hand but I stopped him.

"Don't worry, I won't tell."  I told him as he released me.

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POV John

I noticed that Sherlock had been acting weird but when I asked about it he told me it was nothing. I knew he was lying and was insulted that he couldn't  trust me. I had played with the idea of picking that as my topic for today, since it would be my turn, but decided against it. I would give it some time and if we didn't solve it ourselves then I would bring it up in group.

Upon entering the building I noticed a wide grin on Jim's face. I didn't know what to make of it, but when I saw Sherlock and Mycroft both had the same look of hate mixed with worry I knew something was up.

"What do you know?" I whispered as we sat down. He stared at me in disbelief like no ordinary person should know about what's going on. I saw Sherlock hear what I said and his head snapped around as he grabbed my arm and led me to our usual seats. I said nothing until we had sat down. Miss. Standford started speaking but Sherlock and I were mouthing/whispering things to eac other.

"What was that about?" I mouthed.

"Nothing you need to worry about." he replied staring at at his feet so as not to make eye contact.

"Bullshit!'' I told him, at this he looked up.

"I'll tell you after grou-"

"Is there something you would like to say Sherlock?" asked a pissed off Miss Standford, who had realized that we weren't listening.

"No." he replied flatly.

"Good then as I was saying please pass your journal to your partner and begin on your responses Everyone should have left enough space for a fairly lengthy response. And in seeing that Mr. Holmes and Moriarty here forgot to write up what their little "incident" was all about they will be staying after to talk to me about it."

Sherlock handed me his Journal and I handed him mine. He looked worried as he passed it to me, then it clicked. He's worried about me answering the questions! At this realization I reached over and squeezed his hand reassuringly, what could he have possibly written down that made him so nervous??