I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 18

POV John

The bell above the door rang when we entered the shop. I saw a man come from the back of the store and to the counter where Sherlock and I were waiting.

"Hello gentlemen. What kind of suits are you looking for?" The man asked. 

"We are getting married-" Sherlock started.

"But we're not sure what to wear." I interrupted smiling sheepishly at Sherlock. He doesn't like it when I cut him off.

"So whatever you think would look best we would like." Sherlock finished for me.

The man smiled and went to the back of the shop. We looked around a bit before Sherlock whispered to me.

"He's gay." I looked at him.

"Sherlock just because someone is a guy and works in a store doesn't make them gay." I said a little annoyed.

"It's not the job John, it's the hair product, waistband and aftershave. I don't make assumptions, remember?" Now he seemed a little annoyed.

The man came out with two suits, one white and one black with a hint of blue.

"I'll take the white." I offered, knowing that the other was basically made for Sherlock.

"Then I guess I've ot the black and blue. We'll take them!" Sherlock reached in his pocket and pulled out some cash. He payed the man and took the suits.

Done with shopping we headed back to the flat. The cab ride was short but uneventful. When we got in the flat we hung up the suits and went into the living room. Sherlock was laying on the couch, thinking.

I came in and picked up his legs then laid them across my lap. It began to rain outside, softly at first then harder and harder,

CRASH

Thunder rumbled across the room and shook the windows. Sherlock sat bolt upright and darted behind the couch. I was surprised by the thunder but even more so by the fact that Sherlock lept behind the couch.

"Sherlock, are you okay?" I asked as I slowly stood up and moved towards him.

He had his legs curled up to his chest and was in the fetal position. I was standing between him and the couch while he rocked back  and forth. I reached my hands towards him...

CRASH

Sherlock lept to his feet and tackled me onto the couch. He buried his face in my jumper as he shook violently. He was terrified, of the thunder. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered things like 'it's gonna be okay' and 'it's just a storm, it will pass.' He continued to shake so I stroked his hair and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

CRASH

 He flinched and shoved his head up my jumper. I was smiling, I stuck my head in and joined him.

"So, you don't like thunder I take it." I whispered so as not to make him jump.

"Brilliant... CRASH... deduction John." he whispered  back as he flinched again.

I pulled my jumper off his head and wrapped my arms around him. Then with one arm I took a blanket off the couch and pulled it overr our heads.

"Better?" I asked smiling.

"Much." he whispered back as the thunder boomed again.

"How did you deal with it when you were little?" I asked, suddenly wondering how a man this scared at the moment would have reacted when he... wasn't a man.