It is what it is (Johnlock)

Chapter 11

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John was at work trying to get the work he should have done when they were away done. But it wasn't going so well for him. He couldn't stop thinking about what Sherlock had said yesterday. John had dreamt and wished for Sherlock to say those words because that meant that there might be a chance that they could end up together. He dreamt and longed for a day when he could say that Sherlock was his and hear those words in return. John longed for it so bad and it has only been worse since they almost kissed. It hurt to be around him but he knew that it would hurt more if they were no longer friends. So even though there now was a chance of being with the detective he was more afraid than ever to confess his emotions.
What if Sherlock didn't want to more than friends? John had thought that thought many times before and now it hurt more than ever. It wasn't just a crush as it had been in the beginning, he was madly in love with the detective and it was starting to drive him insane. John couldn't stop thinking about him and it effected everything he did. Like now for example, he was supposed to be working but instead so was he thinking of Sherlock. John groaned and brought his hands to his temple trying to force the thought of Sherlock out of there. He desperately needed to work. John suspected that if he continued to get so little work done he would be fired. Sure he didn't like working here that particularly much but a steady income was nice to have and especially now that he had Rosie to take care of. John had a look at the clock of the wall next to his desk and groaned once again, she was already five in the evening and he had only done about half of the work he needed to do. He texted Sherlock that he was going to come home late tonight and Sherlock responded two minutes later with a simple okay. That was the first interaction they have had since last night. Neither of them said anything to each other last night and John left without even so much as a goodbye this morning. He forced himself to do the rest of the work and not to think about Sherlock even though it was tough. John didn't leave the clinic until half past seven and was by then so tired that he could pass out at any time.

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Sherlock's POV

Sherlock and Rosie were laying on the sofa reading some children's book that Sherlock found incredibly boring. But Rosie seemed to enjoy it quite a lot so decided to continue reading it for her sake. The day had gone by rather quickly since both of them had spent it napping. Sherlock hadn't been able to sleep. He thought yesterday that when he told John he would react in a good way but he hadn't been so lucky. John hadn't said anything, in fact he had even avoided the detective. Sherlock didn't know what he had done wrong, he thought that John would understand that this was a way of telling him that it could happen. That they could be together. Constantly being around John hurt him a lot. He was physically craving to touch or be around the doctor and it scared him. Sherlock had never felt this way before. He had never craved the touch of another person before. Contrary to Mycroft's beliefs so was he no stranger to sex, he had done it a handful of times in university but not because he craved it. No back then it was all for experiments and for the sake of doing it for the first time. The sound of his buzzing phone caught both Sherlock's and Rosie's attention. He put her down onto the floor so she could play a little with her toys while he answered who he assumed was John. They hadn't talked at all since last night and Sherlock was getting a bit worried. He didn't know why John had reacted in such a manor to the news that he was gay. It couldn't have come as such a surprise to him, Sherlock far from behaved the like everyday straight man. And Sherlock was rather sure that John wasn't as straight as he said he was. He was right it was John but then again how many people texted him regularly.

"In have a lot of work to do, won't be home until late."

That was all the text said. He was somehow both relieved and disappointed by the rather mundane text. At least it wasn't something along the lines of I want to move out. He responded with an okay and then went to the kitchen to cook some food for him and Rosie.

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She was around eight in the evening now and John still had not come home. He had just put Rosie to bed after giving her a bath and was now curled up in his chair watching crap telly. Sherlock of course refused accept the fact that he was starting to get rather intrigued by these silly shows. His phone rang just as they were about to find out if he was the father which Sherlock already had deduced that he was. He answered the phone with a bored tone.

"Hello. Is this Sherlock Holmes I'm talking to?" A woman with a steady but also worried tone asked.

"Yes." He simply answered since he was a bit irritated about missing his show.

"I'm calling because you're listed as John Watson's first emergency person, he was in a accident and is being treated at St Bartholomew's hospital. His injuries are not serious but will have to remain there a couple of days." She said calmly.

Sherlock could feel tears starting to roll down his cheeks as his world came crushing down.