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Argument-Sherlock

"Honey, will you come and sit down with me for a bit? I haven't seen you in a week" you pleaded your boyfriend. You'd had to go to Dublin for a week for work and you'd got back twenty minutes ago, at which point Sherlock gave you a quick hello from the kitchen and you hadn't seen or heard him since. You still didn't get a reply now. "Sherlock" you said as you stood up and began to walk towards the kitchen. As you stood in front of him, he lifted his eyes away from his microscope momentarily and sideways-glanced at you. "Yes?" He sighed. You inhaled deeply, quickly loosing your patience with him. "Will you stop your experiments for half an hour and come and relax on the sofa with me?" You repeated, making sure you were as clear as you could possibly be. "Sorry, can't" he replied shortly, refocusing on the microscope. Your lips tightened into a firm line as the last straw was finally pulled. "What is more important to you, huh? Some stupid, God forsaken experiments or me- your supposed girlfriend!?" You yelled at him. "This" he replied calmly, gesturing to the equipment in front of him. Your jaw dropped and you stared at him in disbelief-you didn't expect him to really say that. You quickly composed yourself, however, and briskly walked away and shut yourself in your bedroom.

You had been laid on your bed for over an hour now, just staring at the ceiling. Sherlock had made no attempt to talk to you whatsoever. You liked to think that he was being tactful and was letting you cool off before he apologised or that he thought you were asleep and would say sorry in the morning. 'No' you told yourself 'all he is doing is finishing his experiment and then he'll pretend like nothing's happened and that he's totally innocent and it was stupid of you to think that he'd apologise.' You sighed to yourself and rolled onto your side. You were tired from your long trip and you felt your eyelids drooping. You were just about to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door and it opened. You sat yourself up but stubbornly avoided looking at the visitor who you knew was Sherlock. "I didn't wake you up, did I?" He asked softly. He seemed different and you wanted to look at his expression but you kept facing away and shook your head once in reply. You felt the bed dip as he perched himself on the edge opposite to you. He took a deep breath before saying; "(Y/N) listen, I like to think that you know me well. Better than anyone else, better than myself, even." He started, you knew it was true, you always seemed to understand him when he didn't. "And you must know that, although I am trying not to, I often cut myself off, detach myself from my emotions and connections. Particularly when I am working or experimenting. Therefore, you happened to catch me at the wrong point. In any other situation that would never have been my answer-had I been thinking straight. And I am really, truly sorry and I promise it is not what I really feel." His voice cracked as he spoke the final sentence and you could hear the raw emotion in his voice throughout. Then it struck you that Sherlock Holmes-mr I'm-always-right- had just apologised. Suddenly all the stubbornness left you and you finally met his gaze. His eyes were red and puffy and you realised you were wrong about what he had been doing the last hour and a half-he'd been crying and trying to work out what to say to you. You simply stared at him, you couldn't form any words you were so shocked. "Do you forgive me?" He asked, his voice a hoarse whisper and moving his gaze toward the floor. Without even thinking, you quickly began to nod your head, all the anger of your argument completely forgotten. You watched as he completely relaxed, sighing deeply in relief. "Really?" He questioned. "Of course" you said, reaching a hand out to lift his chin so his eyes would meet yours. As he did so, his eyes scanned your face, clearly confused as to what you were doing. "Sherlock?" You asked, "Have you been crying?" He quickly moved his head away again, staring at the wall opposite to you. "Sherlock?" You asked again. He slowly nodded his head and you placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned around again but quickly frowned when he saw you were smiling. "I've just told you I've been crying and you're smiling?" he asked, slightly agitated. "I'm smiling because it's the first time since we've been together that you've actually cried" you explained. Sherlock still looked confused so you further explained, "It's nice when you display emotion. It shows me that your comfortable with me" His face turned to that of realisation, and once again you knew how he felt before he did. "And that you're actually human" you joked. This forced one of his rare, genuine smiles which then made you smile.

After a few moments, Sherlock broke the comfortable silence which had fallen upon you by asking, "Do you still want to sit on the sofa?" You thought about it for a second and then once again realised how tired you were from your long journey home and so replied, "I'm good here." Sherlock nodded and then proceeded to lay down into the space next to you. You took advantage of the new vulnerability he was showing and lay down in the crook of his arm, placing your head gently onto his chest. He placed a hand onto your back, pulling you closer and then pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. "Sleep tight, love" he whispered as he noticed your eyelids drooping again and started stroking your hair. You smiled sweetly as you finally gave in and closed your eyes.

A/N
I cannot believe I have 1k reads. Thank you guys so much and I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I love writing them. I will try to do a longer special to celebrate once I have published the stories I have already written. Thank you!!! Xx