The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter six.

We said nothing.

We didn't move, or anything. We just looked into each others eyes. 

And for some reason, there was nothing to be said. It was like, the look he gave me, said everything I needed to know. That he enjoyed watching me sleep. That he found it calming. And it was kind of nice, that there where no words needed, becauseI wouldn't know what to say anyway.

After a little while, he leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. Not a lot of tongue included, but still hot enough to leave me breathless when he suddenly broke it off, to get up, and get dressed. "Where are you going?" I almost moaned, trying to get over the rush, his kiss just gave me. "I'm going for a walk" He said and put his pants, his trousers and shirt on. "I need some time alone" He continued. He walked over to the door, and took his coat off the hanger on the door. He put it on, and walked over to the other side of the bed and took his scarf, which was lying on the floor, and put that on too.

He went for the door, but stopped in front of it, as if he had forgotten something. He walked over to get the umbrella. And that was when I realized, how odd it was that the umbrella was the only thing Mycroft had left for Sherlock.

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Everywhere we went, he never forgot the umbrella. It was like a part of him now. His scarf, his coat and the umbrella where the things he never went outside without. I didn't know what to say to him about it. I mean, it wouldn't be nice to question someones choice of accessories. I just didn't really want to ask him about the umbrella. It was the only thing he had left from Mycroft.

He also started to go for walks. Mostly when it was raining. I figured it was probably because so he could get some use of that umbrella, instead of just walking around with it. Weird how Sherlock's way of thinking made sense for once.

Maybe those walks where good for him. He didn't complain as much as he used to about being bored. And that is definitely positive, I think. 

I started writing about him on my blog. Not about our current relationship, but about how he was doing. The people following my blog had been asking me if it was true about Mycroft. I had to tell them something, and now it had just become a habit to make the daily "how's Sherlock doing" update. Sherlock didn't know of course. I think he would be upset if I told him.

I started writing at about 5 am. Sherlock was going on his daily walk, so I took the opportunity to write about him. I first started looking around for some questions to answer. People had been posting them on my blog for a long time, and I almost never answered them. But I decided to change that today.

"Is Sherlock okay?" JezuzQist asked.

"What was your fav crime, you and Sherlock did together?" FangirlOfJW221 asked.

"Was Mycroft murdered? I think he was" Bloggeronthespot82 asked.

"Are you and Sherlock together, like a couple?" ZeCuriousunicorn asked.

Answer 1: "I think he is :-)"

Answer 2: "None, it's always horrible when you are around people who where brutally murdered"

Answer 3: "I really don't think so. Don't jump to any conclusions."

And I didn't know what to answer to that last question. Where we a couple? It was 3 weeks or so since... that. And sure, we had kissed once in a while, but where we a couple? 

Answer 4: "No."