Missing. (Johnlock) (Teenlock)

Chapter six

When John awoke he was laying on a bed. He groaned and grudgingly opened his eyes, though soon found that the bed wasn't his own. It seemed Mycroft had been true to his word about taking John back to his house with Sherlock. The boy blinked and sat upright, Sherlock! He had to make sure he was ok! Though when John looked around the room, his fears seemed to subside. Next to him in the bed lay a sleeping Sherlock. He looked exhausted. John couldn't help but smile slightly and nodded to himself, glad the boy was safe. 

A knock sounded at the door and John looked up. After a moment a woman entered, dressed  smartly as if she was going to a business meeting any minute,

"John? I'm Anthea." She said, giving him a small smile, "Mycroft told me to tell you that he won't be back until about five. You are to stay with Sherlock as he shouldn't be alone."

John frowned slightly and looked at the time, 12:30, he was missing school! The boy decided to ignore that fact and gave the woman a smile, "Ok, I'll stay with him." He promised. 

Anthea nodded and began to walk out of the door before hesitating and smile, "You two are an adorable couple." She said before leaving. John blinked, it wasn't surprising that she had come to that conclusion since they were in the same bed. He just hoped that Sherlock wouldn't panick again. 

John felt movement next to him and he glanced down to see Sherlock's eyes staring up at him,

"Hi." He whispered, not attempting to move away,

"Hi." John replied, turning over so that he faced the other boy, "How do you feel?" He asked, placing his hand on Sherlock's forehead in order to check his temperature.

Sherlock shrugged, "I'm on a comedown, I'll be better soon." He then frowned, "Oh... so you know about..."

John nodded.

"Oh." The boy said, averting his eyes, "Well... I, um, happened to get hold of some and, um, thought I'd... I'd give it a go..."

John growled, "Come on Sherlock! We both know that it was an experiment! You were seeing which drugs would make you feel better!"

A glare formed in Sherlock's eyes, "And what would you know? You don't have see what I've seen, feel what I've felt!" Tears formed in the boy's eyes, "You... you don't understand."

John looked down, "You're right. I don't understand, but I'm trying to." He shook his head and looked towards the boy, "I want to be here... to help you." He reached out and was about to place his hand on Sherlock's cheek when he hesitated and pulled his hand back.

Sherlock bit his lip, "I... I can't like you because... because I've trained myself not to." 

John nodded, "I know, Mycroft told me." He admitted quietly.

Sherlock began to panic, "I-I was going to tell you! B-But I was afraid you might... might not want to be friends with me if you knew what I deal with at home..."

"Sherlock, I came and found you in the middle of the night when you were completely drugged up. I've been worried about you for days. Of course I want to be your friend." John said. He sat up against the headboard and opened his arms, offering the boy to join him.

"I know you don't like contact but trust me, I'm not like others. I care about you and want what's best for you." John said honestly, giving Sherlock a soft smile.

After a moment, Sherlock sighed. He shuffed up in the bed and placed his head against John's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other boy's chest. John closed his eyes, pulling the boy closer, 

"John I'm sorr-"

"No need to apologise, come on, you can sleep again if you'd like." John said softly.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile and nodded, "Thank you." He whispered, closing his eyes again.

Later that day, Mycroft came home. He frowned, not seeing any evidence of either boy leaving the room he had put them in. The man walked over and gave a gentle knock at the door. When no one replied, he began to get worried and opened the door. The scene before him made Mycroft sigh and smile to himself. John was cradling Sherlock in his arms and both had fallen asleep. Mycroft nodded and closed the door, letting the boys sleep.