Johnlock Oneshots

will you still love me?

"will you still love me when we get older?" sherlock asked the blonde headed boy next to him.

"nothing will change the way i feel about you." john smiled at sherlock, holding his hand as he looked at the pale teen.

sherlock felt his ears get hot as he looked into his lap. "i may change." he said quietly.

"that's fine with me." john said and kissed sherlock's cheek.

"will you still love me when you get back?" sherlock asked john, holding onto his hands tightly.

"time can't change the way i feel about you." john said.

sherlock nodded and straightened out the wrinkles in john's uniform. "i'll be here waiting." he sniffled.

"will you still love me when i can no longer function?" sherlock asked, drawing patterns on john's bare chest.

"i will always love you. even if you can't do thing by yourself, that's why you have me." john kissed sherlock's head.

sherlock smiled softly and gave john a kiss.

"will you still love me even if i don't tell you the truth?" sherlock asked john, reviewing his plans in his mind.

"depends on what you're hiding." john replied.

"it's a yes or no question."

"yes. i will still love you even if you have to lie to me."

"will you still love me if i do this?" sherlock asked john over the phone, looking down at him.

john looked up at the small blob on top of the roof. "i am not answering that."

"john, please. will you still love me if i do this?"

"of course i will, but you're not going to jump." john sniffled.

"i'm sorry. good-bye, john." sherlock hung up and tossed his phone onto the ground. he looked down at john once more before letting his body fall over the edge.

"SHERLOCK!" john shouted, running to the front of the building.

"will you still love me if i left you in the dark for three years?" a familiar voice asked behind john.

john turned around slowly. he looked over sherlock. "i said i would still love you even if you had to lie to me, didn't i?" john asked calmly.

"you did. so you still love me?"

"of course i do, but you're about to return to the dead." john said, cocking his fist back and releasing it at sherlock's face.

"will you still love me if i retire and move to the country?" sherlock asked john in the middle of the night.

"of course i will, now go back to sleep." john whispered, spooning sherlock again.

"will you still love me if i had only a few months to live?" sherlock asked john as they took their daily walk through the feilds.

"what do you mean?" john asked, looking at Sherlock.

"i have a brain tumor and it's too late for surgery." sherlock said quietly.

"i will give you more love then." john said, kissing sherlock's knuckle.

sherlock smiled down at john.

"will you still love me when we meet again?" sherlock asked hoarsely.

john sniffled and wiped his tears. "i will always love you, sherlock."

sherlock gave john's hand a light swueeze. "see you on the other side." sherlock said, taking his final breath before the pressure on john's hand disappeared.

short and sad, sorry, but im back bitches