His Doctor~

Chapter 15

Hey guys! I am sorry its been a while. School started so i simply forgot lol but here is chapter 15 and i hope you like it!

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"What?" Jo-Ann asked Sherlock. She knew why she was doing this... but she thought maybe he had figured it out.

"People don't just... hang around me..." Sherlock turned away from her and looked at the view that she did moments before. The doctor's eyes softened at Sherlock's expression... he never had a real friend before, did he?

"Sherlock..." Jo-Ann said quietly, turning in her chair to face him fully. "Do you know why I live with you? Or why I'm your assistant?" she stared at him intently, leaning forward on her lap with her elbows and intertwining her fingers. Sherlock glanced in her direction, and looked back through the window of the Ferris wheel car. He attempted to answer,

"Because Mycroft-"

"Get that shitty idea out of your head." Jo-Ann interrupted. Sherlock looked at her abruptly, slowing turning his body to face her as well. He leaned back in his seat and nodded for her to continue to explain. Jo-Ann looked down and shook her head, smiling.

"Let me remind you, that the first time Mycroft offered me money to look after you, I refused." She looked back up at him. "I was perfectly happy to just be with you."

"Why?" Sherlock asked coldly. Jo-Ann scoffed, leaning up to sit back.

"Oh take a good guess, Sherlock."

"I prefer for you to just tell me this time."

The two stared into each other's eyes, rivaling staring contest records everywhere. Without breaking the gaze, Jo-Ann gave him his answer.

"I like you, Sherlock. I like your ability to deduce, I like how you practically know everything except the solar system, and I like that you use these abilities to help the police."

Sherlock nodded with everything she said, but didn't hear anything he didn't already know.

"Perfectly logical admiration." Sherlock replied simply, as Jo-Ann looked down at her hands that rested on her lap. "But I must admit that I already-"

"I like your eyes."

Sherlock almost did a double take at Jo-Ann's confession. She didn't look up at him; she just fiddled with her fingernails and continued.

"I like the way they change color when you're serious about something." Sherlock's eyes changed from a very light blue to a stunning grey when he was making a deduction. "I like your unorthodox ways of investigation. I like that you don't care what people think about you when you're on a case. I like that you flip your coat collar up to make you look cool." She laughed a bit at that, while Sherlock just stared in awe. Jo-Ann looked up at him now, her expression remaining firm. "The first time I met you, I instantly knew that I was going to be with you for a very long time. Without Mycroft, without Lestrade, and without any kind of crime cases..." Jo-Ann paused and gulped down the lump in her throat, and made her apology. "... What I said to Adler... or what I constantly say to people we know about not-... being a couple... I just want you to know that it doesn't mean I don't like you. It just means that we aren't dating... saying that I didn't love you was..." she cleared her throat, "A lie. I mean I don't love you romantically but- ye-..Yeah." She finished quietly, cheeks burning in the dim light.

Sherlock was speechless. Every worry he had about her, every bad feeling or doubt... just vanished with every sentence Jo-Ann spoke.

How could he have thought she didn't care for him? Even if it was only friendship, that was all that was needed. The quotes of hers that hurt him faded away, and were replaced with all the good things... the things he failed to think of for two weeks. Her voice suddenly filled his head, repeating the things he loved to hear her say: