The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter nine; back to Johns pov.

We arrived at an unknown address. Well, Sherlock knew where we were, but I most certainly didn't. We didn't talk on the way over there. I think Sherlock was upset with me somehow, but I couldn't recall a reason why that would be. Of course I'd tried asking him where we were going, but he had ignored me and looked away from me the rest of the trip. Maybe he was just thinking. Yes, that was probably it.

It was raining a lot, but Sherlock didn't mind. He had his umbrella. I jumped out of the cab and pulled my collar up above my ears. Thunder. I hate thunder. It reminds me of the bombs in the war. Oh that bloody war.

"Sherlock? What are we doing here?" I shouted. I almost couldn't hear anything besides the drops of water hitting the ground. He didn't answer me. "Sherlock?". He just started walking up to the front door of the huge mansion we had arrived at. It was white, with two big pillars on each side of the door. I followed him with fast steps. There was a small roof over our heads now. I pulled my collar down and led a hand through my wet hair which caused it to stand up for a brief moment. "Sherlock where are w-" he interrupted me. "You could have just told me" he said with a firm angry voice. "What'd you mean?" I said. "Oh John, don't be stupid. The letter John, the letter. Why didn't you give it to me right away?" he almost hissed at me, sounding more angry than ever before. "I- I just thought you didn't need it at that moment. You were devastated, and I-" he interrupted again; "Oh spare me John, you shouldn't jump to conclusions like that for me. Don't ever think you know me that well. How could you be that stupid, to forget it!? "

I started walking away. 

"Oh John don't be such a child! Come back here!" Sherlock yelled at me. I turned around.

"No, fuck you Sherlock! If anyone's the child here, it's you. You have been acting like one for a hell of a long time, so just because I forgot to tell you about that envelope, and I don't want to hear you standing in front of me, throwing insults at my face, does not mean I am the child"

He looked speechless. 

"I'll see you at home" I murmured.

I started walking back to the main road, wherever that was, to hail a cab. I heard fast footsteps behind me, like if someone was running. Sherlock grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me around so that I faced him. He then placed both his hands on each side of my face and looked me in the eyes. "John." He said with a calm velvet-like voice. 

I was really starting to get soaked. The rain poured down as Sherlock said three words. Three wonderful words. Three words it would take a lot to make Sherlock say.

"I am sorry" and then he kissed me on my forehead. I grinned and said "I hate you" with irony in my tone. He smiled too and we rested our foreheads against each other. "I hate you too" he mumbled under his breath. To say those words to each other meant to many things but was destined to have one exact meaning. We both knew what meaning.

He kissed me, and I fell into it. Closed my eyes and felt his lips kissing mine. But I remembered, we are in public so I pulled back and looked down. I could feel that my cheeks had gotten warm. I looked at Sherlock. 

"Where are we?"

He looked over at the mansion and then looked at me.

"At Mycroft's former wife's house."

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