BBC Sherlock imagines

Jealous (teenlock)

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My friend AmeliaHawkins gave me the idea for this. I hope you like it! Xx

"Before we go into today's lesson, I'd  like all of you to meet the new student joining us. Jim if you could just stand up and introduce yourself quickly please?" A boy of medium height and dark hair stood up at the other side of the classroom to John and Sherlock. A smirk playing on his lips the entire time, he simply said his name and that he was pleased to meet everyone. Just as he was about to sit down again, he caught the eye of Sherlock Holmes in the back next to his best friend John Watson. Sherlock cocked his head at this new boy. He radiates a sense of intelligence (I'd say he was the smartest in the room but Sherlock was there) and something told Sherlock that he would make a good distraction from the increasing boredom he'd been feeling lately. John noticed the interest evident on Sherlock's face as he watched him out of the corner of his eye. He didn't get it, it was just a new boy, yet another potential bully to Sherlock,  and yet he was interested  by him? And besides, he never looked at John that way...

The day went on and this moriarty mid appeared in almost all of Sherlock and John's lessons, and I'm each one, John would catch Sherlock studying him. What's the big deal? He thought to himself but never quite had the courage to ask. Besides, what if Sherlock asked why and then figured it out? John was certain that he hadn't already worked it out, yeah, he was a genius, but John knew all to wellthat he lacked the knowledge when it came to emotions. Sometimes he wished that Sherlock was just a little more-normal- that way John may even had a chance, but then he would mentally scold himself. Sherlock wasn't Sherlock if he was normal, and boy did John love Sherlock. His Sherlock. But not his, at least not anymore than his friend (best friend).

The bell, signalling the end of the day, finally rang. Thank God John thought, now he got to walk home with just Sherlock and he might finally get some attention. "You're walking home, right?" John asked as he packed away his things, but as he turned to his left for an answer, he noticed Sherlock wasn't there. He scanned the room for his dark curls and finally spotted him, talking to none other than Jim Moriarty. He listened to their conversation:
"Jim, right?"
He nodded, "Jim Moriarty, Hiii" he sang, "And don't think I haven't noticed your attention on me today, it's flattering" he added.

That was it. John rolled his eyes and walked straight out of the classroom, leaving the school and walking home by himself for the first time in ages. He knew he was probably over reacting, but it hurt. It hurt that Sherlock didn't about the ever growing feelings John had for him. It hurt that he was never going to feel the same. It hurt that he would never be held by Sherlock or feel his soft lips on his own. And it hurt that some new boy received more romantic attention than John had in the three years of knowing Sherlock, and most likely the most he'll ever be capable of. It hurt.

When John got home, he was alone. Both his parents worked late on a Monday and his sister was with her girlfriend for the evening. Perfect, there was no one there to see him  break down, the likelihood of which was increasing by the minute. The more alone with these thoughts he was, the sadder he became. He raced up to his room and threw himself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling above. He had been laid there for twenty minutes or so when there was a knock at the door. Not having any clue who it could've been, he went to go and answer it.

He opened the door to reveal Sherlock,  stood leaning against the brick wall, looking breathtakingly handsome to John. His heart skipped a beat as it did all too often when his eyes unexpectedly landed on the boy. But John wasn't going to give in that easily. "Yes?" He asked in the most passive aggressive tone he could muster. Sherlock stood up straight and looked at John straight in the eyes, before saying in his usual confident voice; "May I come in?"  John sighed loudly but stepped aside enough to let him in. Sherlock made his way into the living room, he was no stranger to this house, and was glad to deduce that no one else was home-he loved John's parents but they weren't half full on for someone as introverted as Sherlock. John followed shortly behind and took a seat in one of the chairs, signalling Sherlock to also do the same. "We need to talk" Sherlock stated. "About what?" John askes, playing dumb. "Well I was going to be delicate about it, but you're clearly not in the right mood for that so let's just say it shall we?" Sherlock said, white sarcastically. John braced himself, this was not going to go too well for him. Sherlock continued to just look at John, and John, being a specialist in translating "Sherlock speak" as some out it, knew that this meant he wanted him to go first. Great, what was he meant to say, Sherlock, I think I love you and I'm very, very jealous of the attention you paid to the new boy, and i want you all to myself? Yeah right. Instead he settled for, "So what'd you think of that new boy then, any interesting deductions?"
"Well, he's your basic psychopath, with a blatant hatred for the people around him. He's interesting enough but there's something off about him, I have to admit" Sherlock replied. "Really! Just your cup of tea then" John half joked. "Not really. Oh, and your jealousy is duly noted." Sherlock added, trying and failing to hide the smirk on his face. "Jealous!" John scoffed, faking being surprised best as possible. "Yes, John, jealous. I may be someone of a stranger to the world of emotions and love and openness,  however I am not an imbecile." There, Sherlock knew, John accepted it, he had to, there was no hope now. "Fine. I completely understand, you don't have to sugar coat it, I guess I'll just see you around" John said, defeated. "What?" Sherlock asked, that rare confused expression displayed right across his face. "I don't want to stop being friends with you, where on earth did you get that idea?"
"Well I just thought that-that-"
"John, I've known about your feelings towards me for a long time. And I know that it's probably cruel that I've left you in the dark about that fact, but honestly I didn't know how to react. But seeing the way you reacted to my innocent interest in another boy, showed me how much you really care, and I'm doing so, may have exploited some feelings that I may feel towards you?" Sherlock finished with an uncertainty in his voice that made John want to hug him. "But I don't get it? You don't feel like that...do you?" John asked as he got up and sat next to Sherlock on the sofa. "I honestly don't know, but I think I'd like to find out"

Neither dared say any more, simply looked at each other.

Sherlock?

John...

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Nice little cliff hanger for you:))) A* id you spotted the discrete doctor who reference at the beginning. Xx