A Change Of Heart

Chapter 4

He was asleep for a while after the dentist was finished and John moved up closer to Sherlocks face, lifting the detectives lip and smiling as he noticed his tooth had been fixed and the chip had been filled looking as it had done before, perfectly shaped and pristine white.

Sherlock began to stir after a little while and his eyes fluttered open as he looked lazily at John, a dopey smile across his face.

"How do you feel Sherl?" John asked gently, brushing Sherlocks hair away from his face and smoothing it down.

"Guf guf " Sherlock said happily, John smiled understanding 'guf' to mean 'good', it made John chuckle slightly, the usual intellect going and sounding childish, the deep baritone replaced by a lisp.

"Should we get home now?" John asked him, helping Sherlock sit up in his chair, the doctors had left him have his own private bit as he woke up, moved away from the dentists chair and put on a patients bed behind curtains.

"Yef, I thinkth that's a guf idea" Sherlock said with a smile, going to stand up and wobbling slightly on his feet. John stabilized him and lifted Sherlocks coat off the chair, slipping his own arms up the sleeves from the outside and grabbing Sherlocks hands gently, letting the coat sleeves glide from his own arms and up Sherlocks.

Sherlock giggled as John helped him into his coat, his mouth hanging slightly as it was still numb, giving him a lopsided grin whenever he smiled. John then pulled the coat tightly shut against Sherlocks chest and torso, buttoning it closed before pulling up Sherlocks collar like he always had it. He then held Sherlocks forearm in his right hand with his left arm across Sherlocks waist so that he could support him.

Sherlock fell clumsily against John and stumbled over his own feet, entertained by his hands and smiling happily whenever John caught his eye, John soon got him in the back of a cab and they were heading back to Baker Street for the second time that evening.

Once they were through the front door Sherlock caught sight of his hand and began laughing, poking at it with his other hand, John sighed before scooping Sherlock into his arms and carrying him up the stairs.

"Jawnn is ith our wedding day? I'm notha brideee, you areee!" Sherlock squealed, poking John in the chest and leaning back so his head almost hit the wall but John managed to avoid it skillfully.

"Oh Sherlock, what am I gonna do with you huh?" John sighed, laying Sherlock down so he was sat haphazardly on the sofa. The drugs had a worse effect than John had ever seen, Sherlock was delirious and completely out of his head.

Sherlock stood again and went to wander over to the kitchen but John stopped him quickly, like a child seeing the safety gate open and seeking the adventure.

"Imma pirath jawnnn, I'll makeith you walkth the plankth" Sherlock warned, brandishing his arm out as though holding a sword.

"How much drugs did they give you?" John asked incredulous as he lead Sherlock to his bedroom and sat him down on the bed, hunting out Sherlocks pajama bottoms and then slipping Sherlock out of his trousers.

"Jawnnnn that's not ferry polith, you should at least ask my per-permi- per-- me first" Sherlock said exasperated, John blushed deeply and continued to pull Sherlock into his pajama bottoms.

"Geez Sherlock, I hope your still in there" John said, his voice quavering slightly as he lifted Sherlock back to his feet and lay him down under the covers of his bed, tucking him in tightly.

"Jawnnn whereth you goin'?" Sherlock whined, tugging at Johns sleeve, John smiled sadly down at him and sat down on the bed next to the delirious detective and pulled him into his lap, letting his head nuzzle into his jumper.

John kicked his shoes off and pulled his jumper off and throwing it at the end of the bed, Sherlock sighed into Johns warm body and wrapped his arms around him, John stroked Sherlocks hair and the curls tangled around his fingers.

"Why do people blowth bubbles jawnn?" Sherlock asked suddenly, looking up locking eyes with John, his features alight with curiosity.

"Because they find it fun Sherl" John said gently, letting Sherlock puzzle it over for a bit before asking something else.

"How many stars in the milkyway?"

"Around 100 billion stars Sherl"

"Am Ith pretty Jawn?"

"Your acting like a little girl"

"Buth am Itha pretty girl?"

"Course Sherlock, completely amazing" John chuckled, tapping the detective gently on the nose and making him blink in confusion.

"Why do people callth me a freak?" Sherlock asked innocently, his eyes completely focused on Johns.

"I don't know Sherlock, your not a freak I promise you, your the most amazing person I know and will ever know, I love your little quirks and one day I'll teach them all a lesson, they won't call you that anymore because your mine and I'll protect you until my dying breath because I'm yours and your mine and I don't want you to listen to them anymore, know that I think your amazing, brilliant, fantastic, charming, handsome, adorable and incredibly smart and that's all I want you to ever know okay?" John said softly, his hand still stroking through Sherlocks hair as he held him tighter than previously, his body flush against his own, John would protect him because John loved him even if he could never confirm it to his face.

John laid further down in the bed, Sherlock tight against him, tucked under his arm and his breath tickling at Johns earlobe, Sherlock leaned up and kissed Johns cheek clumsily and then laid back down, tucking his face into Johns chest and breathing deeply.

"I luth you jawn" Sherlock said sleepily.

John froze but then relaxed again almost instantly, "I love you too Sherlock, ever since I laid eyes on you, love at first sight only seemed real when I met you" John said gently, kissing Sherlocks temple and letting Sherlock sleep next to him.