Only Yours

10

(6 months later)

Sherlock's P.O.V

The ringing phone wakes me up. I stumble out of bed, trying very hard not to wake John. 'Yes?' I rub my eyes and glance at John, hoping he is still asleep. 'John? Is that you?' I recognise the voice of his sister, Harriet.

'No, it's Sherlock, John is asleep.' Harry sighs and immediately cuts me off. I look at the phone wondering if it's broken, but it appears to be in excellent condition. I debate trying to call back but it is obvious she is unhappy with me. I wonder why.

I look around the bedroom, looking for something to occupy me.

Now i am awake and i will not be able to fall asleep again, i have three options. One, go down to the yard by myself. two, attempt to cook breakfast for myself and John or three, wake up John.

Today we go back to work for the first time since John's wedding.

After John kissed me, the whole church went into uproar. The bridesmaids had to catch Mary, who fainted. Most of John's family left in silence, straight backed and with withering glares directed at John and I, including both of his parents and Harry.

Once Mary was revived, she begged John to change his mind, offering him anything from sex every day for the rest of his life to ten thousand pounds in cash. She even told him he could continue having a relationship with me as long as he married her. But my John refused.

He told her that the only person he wanted was me and she was going to have to accept that.

At this Mary stood up, picked up her skirt and said, 'John Watson, you have made a huge mistake. You will see me again and next time, you will be the one whose heart is breaking.'

Since then it's been just John and I.

We have not done much, mostly just staying at the flat. Lestrade texted me a couple of cases but we didn't leave the flat for them. Mrs Hudson bought us plane tickets to Spain for John's birthday but I gave them to Mycroft and he took his 'male friend' (boyfriend) with him.

Jhn is not my boyfriend; that term is too loose, not strong enough, to support our relationship. I love John with every cell in my body. Without him I would be nothing. He is my every waking thought and when I dream, I dream of him. John is the string that connects me to reality and without him I'd be forever lost in my mind palace, slowly dying. Life is very painful for me, I see things in absolute detail and I am aware of how different I am. I need numbing to be able to get through it. When I was a child the antidote, almost, was my dog Redbeard. During my teens it was the drugs. Through my twenties the cigarettes and the cases. But ever since I met John, John has been my pain relief. Even when he thought I was dead I would watch him from distance and his presence would sooth me.

John Watson is my life.

I lean down and gently kiss the love of my life on the lips. He smiles against them and blearily opens his eyes.

G'morning, Sherlock.' He wraps his arms around my neck and eagerly presses his lips back to mine. I fall back on the bed and for a few short minutes I am in heaven; but when I begin to grind my hips against his, he pushes me away. 'No.'

I pout at him and I can see he is starting to break, but then my doctor shakes his head and gets up, beginning to pull his clothes on. 'Greg wants you at Scotland Yard by ten, Sherlock, and it's already 9:30.'

'Who the hell is Greg?' I skim through my mind palace but the name is completely absent. John sighs and throws me my shirt. 'Lestrade.' He rolls his eyes at me.

'Oh yes.' I delete his first name straight away. It is useless to me. 'But John, I'm always late. When Lestrade says 10, he really means 11.' John smirks at this but continues getting dressed, pulling on a beige sweater. 'Do you think I need this? I mean, it is August.' I nod, glancing at the sky. 'It is moderately warm but also very humid meaning that rain is imminent. You see, the combination of-'