Sherlock was out on the street, it had just rained but the feeling of gloom still hung pervasively over the city. He turned his collar up against the raw chill of the air, and started walking briskly away from Baker Street.
Sherlock's mind was rarely blank, it was continuously filled with ideas, words, places and people - all meticulously organized of course - but now, Sherlock probably wouldn't have been able to form a sentence if he tried. His face was an open book of this, and he looked like he was focusing very hard, trying not to cry, and flaming mad all at once. The walls he had built were very slowly crumbling, and it scared him.
Sherlock wasn't exactly sure when the feelings had started, but he thought that they had begun right around when Watson had shown how openly amazed he was at Sherlock's deductions. No one ever gave Sherlock praise, they always were annoyed by him, and only wanted him around to solve their mysteries. John wasn't like that, granted he may not declare that his deductions were brilliant anymore, but he still wore the look of pure amazement on his face whenever Sherlock finished one off. Dr. Watson wasn't like the other people in his life, besides Mrs. Hudson, John was the only one who liked Sherlock's person. He was the only one who chose to spend time with Sherlock, who wanted to be with him, who was around not only for the murders and crimes, but for the chase. John was almost as addicted to crime-solving as Sherlock was, but John was there for Sherlock too, not just the thrill. Sherlock suddenly caught himself, he was about to sigh happily at the thought of John but he stopped himself. He would not admit that he was in love with Dr. John Hamish Watson.
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Human Emotions
FanfictionSherlock hasn't been himself lately, his mind is clouded and his deductions won't come, he doesn't understand it. All these strange emotions he's encountering revolve around John, it's always John. Little does Sherlock know, that these emotions are...
