Afraid (ON HOLD)

Music Shops, Cafe's,and Explanations

Hope you enjoyed the last chapter,Hope you enjoy this one as much too!

-MadSherlockianHatter

Chapter 5

John Pov

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I saw and felt the darkness around me, I of course thought I was in my dorm room until I saw central London appeared out of the window to my left, the bright city with tall attractive buildings that brought so much life to this place, no wonder I liked living hear so much.

Now back to the situation on hand. "John."

I heard a voice that sounded like it was on the verge of cracking and breaking down completely, beside me I meet with those cold  ice eyes. Damnit It was just  another huluatination  I was going to ignore it. I was going to try to ignore it. I turned my head and shook it vigorously.

Now why was I in this car?

"Sherlock." a voice that I hadn't heard in a long time spoke. Mycroft of course It had to be Mycroft. A dim light exposed the thick headed teen, and Greg sitting rather closely at his side."Sherlock" he repeated again a bit more sternly this time. I turned to the huluanation by my side as all color drained from my face.

"So you can see him too." I said barley a audible  whisper.

All the memories from only hours before came crashing in. "Sherlock!" Mycroft partially yelled this caused me to jump. "Anyway.'' Mycroft says as he clears his throat as he falten out his suit. "Sherlock where would you like to attend for dinner ?" A smug grin appears on Sherlocks face as I already know what he's about to say. ''Vintage.'' he says flatly. Mycroft  Immediately regrets it as soon as it escapes his lips. ''Oh please Sher-'' he says pleading ''No no and no you offered didn't you brother dear ?" Sherlock says sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Mycroft grunts in defeat. Vintage is an old fashion styled diner based on the 60's/70's something like that. It has bright red and blue jukebox by the counter the booths red and blue too they were round and had little jukebox's in sync with the big one. the tiles on the floor were black and white. This place was your classic upbeat diner Milkshakes and all. I could see how Sherlock like the place I could Image him becoming a greaser. I looked to my right, how could he be hear? It had to be just a vision but  Mycroft even said his name! This vision had sarcasm in its voice' but how could he? Why would he d-. My thoughts were interrupted by the older Holmes who could apparently read minds.

"All explanation once we arrive-."

"Now." Sherlock finshed for him. We slowly parked infrount of the small diner. Sherlock was the first out the black car. He came over to my side of the car, and opened the door in one smooth movement. I meet with his galaxy eyes the dark rim of green with the overall different shades of blue and hint of light green surrounding the pupil. How I could get lost in them! And in those galaxy eyes I could see something I had never seen before until that moment. Those eyes were looking for forgiveness, mercy,and were pleading for it. I tore my eyes away' and slid to the right across the brown leather seats ,and into Londons cold windy blanket of the night and into the diner.

Sherlock POV

I felt hurt rejected as John walked into the diner without giving me a second glance. Gavin clears his throat awkwardly ''Well I'm going after him.''

''Leave him alone Gavin!'' I say coldly. ''Its Greg!, and you've left him alone long enough already, and we came hear to eat... Im starving.'' and with that he heads inside followed by my brother, but he stops. He signals the driver to be on his way then turns to me as the cars speeds away. I pull out a cigarette and began to light it the smoke lifts into the night sky.