Um, Janine x Sherlock

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by alice_l_h
by alice_l_h
                                    
                                              Tears welled in Janine's eyes once she realized that Sherlock had indeed been using her. He never actually kissed back.  She had fallen in love with the cocky bastard and hated him for it, but Sherlock had also indeed fallen in love with Janine Hawkins as well, she just hadn't realized it. Although John did, when he walked in the flat to see tear streaks down Sherlock's accented cheekbones and  a notebook with lines of 'I Sherlock Holmes has fallen in love with Janine' written over and over again. As if he couldn't accept it, which he couldn't. 
                          "Sherlock?" John concernedly walked over to the man. 
                          "Go away John," he had responded, only wanting one person at the moment. 

                          "You can tell her, though a fair warning that she as well is a mess," he pointed at him. Sherlock buried his head in his hands out of frustration before getting up and showering. He dressed in a white button down and black trousers before heading out the door. He hailed a taxi and gave him Janine's address. They had been engaged hadn't they? What could go wrong?He rung the doorbell and the door opened to reveal a disheveled Janine, although Sherlock still thought her beautiful, before receiving a sharp slap across his right cheek. 
                          "Janine," he almost pleaded.
                          "Sherlock Holmes, you manipulative, self centered, arrogant, bastard. Get in here," she sighed out the last three words. "Tea?" She put the kettle on and excused herself to freshen up. She came out in a burgundy dress and black pumps. "Why are you here?" she settled herself down in the chair across from him with her tea. 
                          "I want to take you on a date," he sipped his tea.
                          "Using me again?" Janine felt tears well in her eyes. 
                          "No," Sherlock set the cup down. "A real date. No crime scenes, no using, no faking."
                          "Oh, Mr. Holmes," she let out a small chuckle. "You flatter me. Get out." 
                          "Janine, I mean it," he stood up. "I haven't the faintest clue how to do this and I've never felt these feelings for anyone else, so Janine Hawkins, will you let me take you out on one date?"
                          "Sherlock,  I really haven't got time for your-" he shut her up with a swift kiss and she clung onto him for dear life. 
                          "Janine Hawkins, I have truly and madly fallen in love with you," he leaned down and pulled her into another kiss before Jeanine pulled away with tars streaming down her face. Janine shook her head and let out another gentle sob. 
                          "No, you can't, you- you don't und-understand Sherl," she slid down the wall and put her head atop her knees.
                          "Janine," he st down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "I swear on John's life, I will not hurt you and I'm not using you." Janine chuckled a little.
                          "Okay," she sat up but stayed in his arms. "I love you too, but you already know that." This time Sherlock let out a laugh that vibrated through his chest. He picked her up and sat them down onto the couch, wrapping his arms around her.
                          "Does this mean you'll still marry me?" he slipped the ring back onto her left ring finger. Janine smirked promptly.
                          "Let's go tell John and Mary," she pulled on her coat and slipped out the flat, Sherlock following close behind. 
                          "I'll take that as a yes," Sherlock smiled and in the dead centre of London, Sherlock Holmes kissed his fiance.