Everybody falls (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

Sherlock was annoyed. He hated when John walked out like that.

He was confused as well , why was John acting like this ? And why did Sherlock care so much? He missed John being in the flat , John must have only been gone 5 minutes. Why was Sherlock so bothered? And then it clicked, he had ....feelings...for john. Well when he says feelings .

He hated when John was upset, craved attention from him, loved being around him, Sherlock was also very....attracted... to John ,and he  hated that he could never tell John any of this. Because John was very straight. 

Sherlock remembered when the feelings started , a conversation they had a week after Sherlock returned . John had broken down in front of Sherlock  , and Sherlock felt something , not guilt , but protectiveness and..... love . And he was only just recognizing these feelings now . He remembered the conversation clearly , it was stored in Johns wing of his mind palace ( yes , John had an entire wing) and he would never delete it.

" your drunk"

"no shit sherlock...i mean oh emmmmm geeee , how did you knooow ?" He giggled at his joke.

 Sherlock cocked his head to the side "O.M.G?" .

John giggled , you look funny when you do that , and omg meas , like , ooh myyyy goooood " He said dramatically. 

Sherlock straightened his head , " right ,come on  ,to bed "

" are you inviting me to bed Sherlock Holmes?"

Sherlock looked down to hide the blush on his cheeks .

"no , i'm telling you to go to bed , now "

"awwwwww"

"John , why'd you get drunk ?"

John suddenly looked more sober .

" I...I don't wanna talk about it " 

Before Sherlock could reply , John continued.

" Ithinki'mgonnabesick"  He rushed out before running to the bathroom and hurling into the toilet. When John looked up there was something he didn't expect , Sherlock with a glass of water , and ..and a ....sympathetic?....no ....yes? Well he was smiling at John and it looked sympathetic but one never knows with Sherlock. John took the glass and drank it eagerly , trying to get the bitter taste out of his mouth and soothe his sore throat .

" John , why'd you go get drunk"

"deduce me " John said , not wanting to explain . 

"John i know the exact time Lestrade handed you his phone to see a picture and exactly how many drinks you had ,and of what , but I can see this is a matter of ....emotions .... which , even if i'm a genius ,  clearly your forte "

John sighed , he would never get used to the deductions would he? And he'd have to explain this.

" When you .. you left , I  was devastated , 3 years later and I still hadn't come to terms with your death...and then suddenly your back , and i'm still affected by your death , i care ..beleive it or not... because when I lost you I lost everything , but I was too busy trying to get over your death that it's difficult to comprehend your return. I saw you go once and I don't wanna see that again , because i care , but thats something you wouldn't know about isn't it?"

Sherlock looked hurt for a minute but quickly regained his composure .

" John .... I..do ...care"