Sherlock was ignoring John again and John was doing llittle to help the situation. Neither of them talked to eachover for days, even when Lestrade came round to ask Sherlock to take a case which he refused.
"What do you mean you cant take the case?" Lestrade said in a angry confused tone.
"It means I can't take the case. I'm busy and couldn't posibally spear the time." Sherlocks bored tone suggestedotherwise but Lestrade knew not to provoke him. He left without saying another word and both Sherlock and John went on ignoring eachover. Mrs Huddson came up numerous times and tried to get the boys to talk but it was useless.
John was realy at 221B Baker Street so Sherlock didn't make the mastake of talking to a John that wasn't there.It had been allmost two weeks of silence before John spoke to Sherlock.
"This has gone on long enough sherlock" He started.
"I agree" Was all Sherlock said in response, still stearing aimlessly out the window.
"We need to talk about what happend last week..."
"Oh what is there to talk about" Sherlock interupted him, "We were arguing again about something unimportant, I kissed you to make you stop talking and you made it very clear that you wasn't intrested. There now we have talked about it." And with that Sherlock stormmed off into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. John was still standing in the front room looking as shocked as ever and he was a little annoyed that he didnt get to say anything on the matter.
John was about to give up and leave when he thought better of it. He knoked on Sherlocks bedroom door, "Sherlock we still need to talk... I need to talk about it" His voice got desprate. The first time he had talked to sherlock in allmost two weeks and all he got to hear is a few angry words, not the brilliant sarcastic wit he usally comes out with, even when he insults people in cluding John is still good to hear. But not the silince, not the hurt tone in his voice when he said that John didn't feel the same way about him when he obviously did.
John had spent allmost three years looving the great Sherlock Holmes, always knowing that he will never love John back. John accepted this fact allmost as soon as they met, always knowing that Sherlock will never love him. And then totaly out of the blue and compleatly unprovoked Sherlock kisses John and when John pushed him away, the hurt look on Sherlocks face broke his heart. Sherlock refused to talk to John and he avoided him and John did the same. Not wanting to bring it up, not wanting to see the hurt look on Sherlocks face again.
John was still standing outside Sherlocks bedroom door which he didn't want to open, "Sherlock talk to me" He pleaded knoking weakly on the door again. No sound came from the otherside, not even a scuttle of paper to the creak of Sherlocks bed. It was compleatly silent. "Sherlock" John asked suddenly worried. Without thinking he burst into Sherlocks empty bedroom. The window behind him was open, he looked outside and exhales in relife hen he didn't see Sherlock's body lying on the floor bellow. Then the panick set in. Were is he? Were was Sherlock Holmes? John was sent into a panic , he had no idea were to look or who to call. He couldn't do anything but wait and worry.
The longer Sherlock was gone the more agitated John became and it was allmost three hours before Sherlock came clambering through the door and from past experince with Sherlock, John automaticly knew were he had been. "For gods sakes Sherlock" John muttered helping Sherlock into his chair were Sherlock curled up into a ball and fell asslep. As happy as John was having sherlock back he was also very pissed off with him. Not for climbing out of the window but for going back to his old drug habbits which could destroy his life.
John watched Sherlock sleep, not wanting to wake him or leave him alone. He woundered what he would say when Sherlock woke up and Should he call Mycroft. John knew how much Sherlock despised his brother but it would be the best thing for him. Taking his phone out of his pocket he was about to text Mycroft when Sherlock woke up but he was still barely stable.
John helped Sherlock into bed, smiling at the expression on his friends face. "Thank you John" Sherlock mumbled, smiling at his friend and his eyed lingered on Johns lips which John noticed. Without thinking he kissed Sherlock softly and smiled. "Your welcome" John wasid before leving Sherlock to rest.
