Everybody falls (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

"John" , Sherlock waited for a reply....none . "JOHN? JOHN!". John came tumbling in , " what Sherlock ? What could you possibly want now ?" , John sighed , at least he hadn't blown up the kitchen. 

"John im bored " . John looked up at the ceiling as if it would give him more patience .

" really Sherlock ? That never happens". It had been 3 months since Sherlock rose from the dead . And nothing had changed . Well not nothing .... When Sherlock left , John discovered that he  had... feelings for the man . He hoped Sherlock wouldn't notice , but he knew , Sherlock being Sherlock , he would notice , and one day he would find out .  At the time he had thought it would be too late to tell him anything , but no longer denied them or pushed them away.  Sherlock came back again , and made it better . But John couldn't tell sherlock his feelings . That wasn't going to happen .

"just fix it John " . He waited for a reply as John walked over to the kettle ,he sighed ..

" don't make me say it John ." 

Sherlock grumbled something about it not being fair.

" please " 

John span around . " Did Sherlock Holmes just say please ? "

" Obvious " 

Just as John opened his mouth to reply Sherlock continued .

" i havn't had a case all week ! "

Not this again , John thought , all week Sherlock had been complaining . Sherlock had had the flu , and an ill Sherlock , was not fun. Adorable yes ...wait no , John thought . He shouldn't think those kind of things, not when Sherlock was in the room , the man was practically a mind reader . Sherlock would never return his feelings and he didn't want it to ruin his friendship , because really , it was all that John had. He felt stuipid for every time he shouted out to someone he wasn't gay , 'cos here he was pining over his dead and returned , robot , genius , insane and very male   flatmate/bestfriend . 

"well Sherlock you've been ill, what did you think you would be doing ? Chasing after criminals when you could barely walk ? And before you say anything , that question was retorical. " 

John continued to make tea , setting a cup down in front of Sherlock and keeping one for himself .

" we could play.."

" we're not playing cluedo Sherlock, or anything else for that matter . How 'bout crap telly?"

Sherlock threw his arm over his eyes in a dramatic fashion and sighed loudly . He peeked out from behind his arm to see if john was looking , but he seemed transfixed by a woman on the telly .  Sherlock was slightly dissapointed that John wasn't paying attention to him, wait what? Sherlock had never cared about this kind of thing , but for some reason he was bothered that John wasn't paying attention , John had been avoiding him slightly for the past three months . Sherlock missed all the little things John did. Like when Sherlock was taking up all of the sofa , John would just move Sherlocks feet and sit down , then put Sherlocks feet back on his lap. He must have done something , is this about him using John's gun again?

"John ?"

What now? Thought John ,although he knew it didn't really matter , he'd end up doing what Sherlock could'nt be arsed doing anyway .

" yes?" 

" have i done something wrong "

John frowned .

" what do you mean?" 

" i mean have i done anything wrong? You've been avoiding me for a while now...."

John felt a pang of guilt, he'd been avoiding Sherlock  because he hadn't wanted Sherlock to see his feelings.

" No Sherlock you havn't done anything."

" is this about the gun ?"

"no Sherlock?"

"then what ?"

" I need some air " John said as he stormed out the flat.

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