JohnLock confessions

"No, Sherlock. I-I need some time alone..." John sighed refusing to even take a second glance at the violinist.

"John I didn't intend to-" Sherlock tried to explain but was quickly cut off by the doctor.

"Don't. It was years Sherlock. Not days. Not even a few months. Years. I need some air..." John shook his head walking out of the bar he had previously just sat in. Sherlock had returned. John had been a wreck after the fall...

Sherlock stared at the floor for a good while. Now wasn't the time to escape into his mind palace, but the empty bar wasn't all that amusing. He knew John wasn't going to take this lightly. But he didn't think the doctor would be this upset.

John fought the urge to cry in the alley way as he paced. The last conversation they had and the bloody image of Sherlock being hauled away. Dead. Or so he was lead to believe until now. He covered his mouth feeling suddenly sick when a hand gently pulled him into a warm embrace.

"John, please listen to me. I never intended to hurt you... But if I didn't disappear they would have targeted you. I'm not one for sentiment, but... Your my friend. My only friend- and I could never let any harm be done to you." The violinist sighed. Maybe the hug was a bit far. But the doctor didn't even try to pull away.

"I..." John bit his lip. There was no point in stopping it now, small tear drops slid down the ex soldiers cheeks.

"I know....I'm sorry, john..." Sherlock stared off into the back of the dark alley way thinking. Should he tell john? No. Not yet. "Come. I haven't seen the flat for a few years now." He pulled away wiping the tears from johns cheeks and smiled walking off.

John followed close behind. After all this time Sherlock hadn't changed at all.

Stepping into the flat Sherlock and John stood looking through the doorway up the stairs. It was cold and empty. Dust covered each step up to the second floor. As they stepped into their old flat, they were amazed to see everything in place. Even the skull hadn't been removed for gods sake.

"Good to see everything is in its proper place." John sighed softly looking around.

"John...I need to tell you something important. Don't say anything until I am completely finished, okay?" Sherlock asked looking at the doctor. How he loved the slow nod and confused look on johns face. "John Watson. I seem to have feelings for you that are far greater than that of being just 'friends'. I know you must think Ive lost it. But it's true. I see your smile and those beautiful blue eyes and I wonder why I never told you sooner...that is it." Sherlock gave a slight nod and turned his head. He was expecting a long lecture or something else of that matter.

"You...do?" John asked after a long moment.

The violinist nodded slowly not daring a comment feeling it would worsen the mood.

"I...like you too sherlock...." John rubbed the back of his neck feeling a slight blush rise against his cheeks. In fear of Sherlock seeing the pink tint on his cheeks, the doctor quickly hid his face with his hands.

Sherlock smirked already knowing what john was trying to accomplish. He walked over and gently pulled the doctors hands away from his face and planted a small kiss on his forehead, "I love you John Watson..." He murmured.

" I love y-you to Sherlock Holmes ..." John stuttered as he was pulled into a tight hug.

~The End~