Human Error (Johnlock)

Human Error.

A/N- hi, I found this really short story that I wrote ages ago, so thought I'd upload it, hope you enjoy :)

Sherlock's POV

For as long as I had known him, I had been in love with John Watson, it seemed a miracle that he was in love with me. Just a year ago, he proved his love was genuine by proposing marriage to me. I proved mine was genuine by accepting. But something had been nagging at me for years now, it was the most complex case I had ever had to deal with, and was my own:

Why would John Watson love me?

John Watson, the kindest most caring and humane human there was in this world, is in love with me, Sherlock Holmes, the sociopath, who contradicts and humiliates everyone he meets, strangers and friends alike. It just doesn't makes sense. But I had given up trying to work it out. I was just too happy to bother.

It was the day of the wedding and I suddenly realised why people get so nervous for it. As I was staying at my parents house, they were there to help make sure I was perfect, and they fussed over me constantly for the whole morning. But I couldn't concentrate on their excitement when I was too busy wondering how John was, and if his parents were fussing over him like this, and if he was as nervous as I am.

"Sherlock, it's time, let's go," Mycroft said and he lead me to the helicopter he had ready in the garden and I raised my eyebrows before opening my mouth to comment on it. "Yes Sherlock, I will land it away from the church so it won't cause too much of a fuss."

The helicopter ride seemed to last forever and all the time I was twitching and trying to calm myself down. For a man who had never felt any emotion before just a few years ago, I couldn't believe how.. Emotional I felt. Mycroft was wearing the same suit as he wears all the time, and I was going to say something about it, but my mind was too occupied with what was happening. I was about to marry John. The love of my life. We would be a happy family. Then I saw the church come into view and I almost vomited with nerves. I ruffled my hair, but Mycroft grabbed my wrist to stop me messing it up and then he lead me off of the aircraft. As we walked together down to the church, I knew he was talking and trying to calm me down, but I couldn't listen to him if I tried. I was in a dreamlike state, full of contradicting emotions.

What felt mere moments later, I was standing at the altar with the man I loved next to me. I could here what the vicar was saying, probably just some God rubbish, but I had promised Mycroft that I wouldn't mess up the ceremony by contradicting what the vicar was saying.

"Do you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, take John Hamish Watson, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"And do you, John Hamish Watson, take William Sherlock Scott Holmes, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Then something quite strange happened. John was still smiling and had tears in his eyes, but his voice sounded panicked and tired, everything was blurry and out of focus and then John didn't say 'I do' like I thought he would, like we had practised hundreds of times since the engagement.

"Sherlock! Sherlock, please wake up, Sherlock! It's been a whole year, Sherlock please wake up, I need you to wake up!" Then everything went black and I felt myself falling backwards, but I didn't have time to consult my mind palace. John was still standing there, looking so happy, his face didn't match the words he had just spoken. What was happening?! And then everything just disappeared. I couldn't see, hear, feel or anything.

Then I realised the answer. To the question that had most confused me the most since me and John first admitted our feelings to each other: why would John Watson love me? The answer was simple, elementary, really.