Old Friends

Is This Even Real?

John sat, staring at nothing, trying to take in what had just happened. He didn't even know whether it was real or not. Had he really just witnessed the one and only Sherlock Holmes plan out and execute a prank on him? Did he know how John felt about him or was he just being a massive dick about life. Either way he wasn't about to say anything to the glorious god of a man he decided to ever-so-stupidly fall in love with. He was going to wait it out, see what happens, go with the flow as Alfie had once told him. He knew exactly what he was going to do and how he was going to annoy the living hell out of Sherlock: he was going to wear a mask so that the man couldn't psycho analyse him every five seconds. After living with the man for so many years he figured out a way to hide himself from the detective.

"Good morning, my dear John." Sherlock smiled smugly as he glided into the room with the stupid graceful, elegant grace that made him look like a fucking stupid beautiful angel. "How are we this morning?" He asked, in his stupid low morning voice, making him bloody stupidly attractive.

"Eh." John shrugged, throwing on a sloppy 'i don't really care' face that he knew would annoy the hell out of him. "How are you?" He asked, not even looking at him (despite how hard it was because, come on, who wouldn't look at him?).

Sherlock's smile faultered, ever so slightly, before he huffed and nodded. He knew exactly what John was doing and he didn't understand why. He thought he made it rediculously obvious that he was in love with him too. 'What a completely beautiful idiot' he thought, looking down into his tea. 'For a doctor he sure is stupid sometimes.' He laughed to himself and suddenly realised that John was still in the room, his head snapped up and he smiled briefly before rushing out of the room.

"Sherlock, where are you going?" John yelled as he left the room. Sherlock didn't fancy telling his best friend and lover that he was going to sulk in his room because he was a bafoon that just had to have feelings and fall completely and utterly in love with him. No. That would be rediculous. Instead he completely ignored him like the child he was. He huffed and stalked off, holding his head high as if to tell John that he was ignoring him. "Bloody child." John muttered, shaking his head as the detective left.

Sherlock sat in his room for hours, arguing with himself about what to do next. This had to have been one of the only times that Sherlock was rendered clueless. It should have been a simple action, telling the man that loved him, he loved him too, but for some reason, it wasn't. He could barely bring himself to hug John anymore, without throwing a massive hissy fit afterwards. How the hell was he supposed to do this? He knew that John loved him back, that part was obvious from the conversation that he and Piper had had (ugh is this really the English language? Why tf does this make sense?) last week.

He decided then that he would just blurt it out whilst John was in a tired, half asleep state so that he would barely remember it in the morning. He nodded to himself and hopped up to open his door, preparing himself for what was about to go down. He swung the door open to find John standing outside, hand raised as if he were about to knock on the door.

"Sherlock! I was just coming to see you. I needed to talk to you about something." He smiled nervously. Sherlock opened his mouth to say something completely rational and reasonable, but his brain had other ideas. Fortunately, John had exactly the same idea and they both blurted out their confessions at the same time. "I think you're really cute and I might be in love with you." John rushed at the same time Sherlock rushed out:

"Although I like to think that I have the pleasure of not feeling emotion I do think I'm close to being in love with you, John." They both stared at each other in complete shock and awe.

"What?" John spluttered out, blinking in shock. He did not expect those words to fall from Sherlock's mouth, at all. The least he expected was for Sherlock to tell him to piss off and a slammed door in his face. He didn't know why it came as such as shock to him, it made sense that Sherlock would be bisexual, pansexual even, considering he fell in love with the brain and not the face. It was a good way of looking at life and love. 

"Please don't make me say it out loud again, I've already heard enough from Piper." He whined, throwing his head back in a mini fit. John shook his head and made a small sound. He realised that that sound was not a word. 

"No no, I heard what you said. It was just unexpected and slightly shocking." He furrowed his brow and tried to lighten the mood. "I didn't think the infamous Sherlock Holmes was capable of love anything other than dead bodies on a metal slab." He teased. Sherlock smiled and looked at John with a content look on his face. 

"But you're not just anything or anyone, John." He whispered. "You're my assistant." He finished, causing John to laugh and mutter a small 'piss off' under his breath. They heard a small, excited squeal from around the corner. They looked over to see Piper standing with her hands covering her cheeks and smiling widely. "Come on then." Sherlock motioned for her to come over to them and she did just that. She skipped over to the two men and pulled them both into the biggest hug she could. They finally felt like this is where they were supposed to end up.