There Is Nothing Wrong With Me

Dangerous Date Destinations

"That was too close." Greg muttered, however John was already out of bed pulling his sheets from the mattress. He knew that Mrs. Hudson was long gone and now he had not a moment to spare.
"I've never seen you so anxious to get out of here. I would almost go as far as saying you're becoming a little bit obsessed." Greg commented, and John just shrugged, throwing Greg his sheets so that he could tie them securely into something of a rope.
"I don't know what's wrong, and frankly I don't care. I'll go crazy if I don't see him." John admitted.
"Mate I think you have gone crazy." Greg pointed out with a little bit of a worried look in his eyes. John just waved his accusation away carelessly, sitting on his stripped bed and watching impatiently as Greg tied knot after knot.
"I don't know...is this love? Or is this obsession, or is it madness, or maybe it's just desperateness?" John asked nervously, wringing his hands together and looking earnestly out of the window. He knew that Sherlock would be leaving now; he knew that the longer he sat here the longer Sherlock stood in the cold darkness, wondering how long it would take John to meet him.
"I'd say it's a big mix of all of those, whatever they were." Greg admitted with a shrug, finally adding on the last of the sheets and throwing his makeshift rope over to John.
"Secure it on the bedpost, alright? I'll throw the rest down." John instructed, handing one end of the rope to Greg while he pulled the window open. The chilly night breeze froze him momentarily; however the sky was bright, beautiful, and cloudless so he had nothing to complain about. The stars were all visible, twinkling about the bright luminescent moon and the last of the crickets were chirping away, hidden in the tall cold grass. This might be one of the only times John wasn't hesitant about climbing out the window; this might be the only time he was actually looking forward to it. The sooner he escaped the sooner he would be with Sherlock, and even though this was his first expedition out of the walls by himself he knew the roads and the forests like the back of his hand. Besides, tonight would be worth it, it would be the first time he and Sherlock shared a night entirely to themselves, without the rest of the gang hanging around and preventing them from having any meaningful conversations or moments together.
"Alright John you should be good to go." Greg muttered, laying back down in his now uncomfortable bed and crossing his arms behind his head. John nodded, throwing the rope down the wall and watching as it tumbled away into the darkness.
"Thanks Greg. I'll see you later." John said with a smile, looking over at Greg who still remained unamused.
"Ya ya, just be safe alright? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Greg advised.
"You'll do anything." John reminded him, and Greg just laughed in silent agreement.
"Well you got me there." He muttered. "Just you know your limits alright?"
"You don't have to worry about me Greg, just go to sleep; I'll be back around one or something." John decided, smiling finally at Greg before grabbing hold of the rope and clambering out onto the window ledge. It was a rather long fall, so John carefully twisted himself around on the ledge and slowly eased his way down the wall, shaking fearfully while his muscles started to ache. His feet slipped against the bricks and he knew that with one finger slip he could be sent plunging to his inexplicable death, and if he died he wouldn't see Sherlock so he had to make a point not to die. Finally John's feet touched down onto the grass and he finally let his tense fingers relax, falling onto the grass below and getting to his feet shakily. Once again the temptation of freedom was too strong, he didn't even hesitate to break off into a rather panicked run, dashing down the hill, through the woods, and to the streets where he knew Sherlock would surely be waiting. The streets were silent, not a soul wandered the cement even though the street lamps were obediently lighting the way. Well then again this shouldn't be a surprise, it was a Wednesday night after all, everyone had work or they had school, and even if they didn't they knew that everyone else had the mature commitments so they didn't bother trying to go out and socialize by themselves. John raced down the streets carelessly, his footsteps echoing off of the barren wasteland of brick buildings and paved streets, knowing full well that no one would bother looking out their window to see who was making the commotion. And there he was, standing against the shadowy wall of the drug store that was closed for the night, the street lamp illuminating his shadow so that it splashed onto the sidewalk in a darkened representation of the real Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock finally spotted John as he dashed along the sidewalks, and even through the darkness John could see his face light up in glee. It was almost as if Sherlock was worried he wasn't coming.
"Thank God! I thought you fell down the window or something." Sherlock admitted with a laugh, keeping his voice low so as not to attract any unneeded attention from anyone lodging in town tonight. John shook his head, leaning against the wall of the drug store and catching his breath with difficulty. Was he really this out of shape, did a mere mile of running seriously reduce him to this state of helplessness? Well this was rather embarrassing.
"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked nervously, walking up closer to John as if somehow his presence would help. John just laughed, nodding forcefully and pushing himself to his feet.
"Ya, it's just...you take my breath away." John managed through his gasps, wiping the sweat from his forehead as Sherlock laughed quietly.
"That's cheesy." Sherlock protested, and John just shrugged helplessly. He looked upon Sherlock for a while in awe, so happy that one hundred and something hours had finally reset to zero. Sherlock was every bit as beautiful tonight as he was on Friday night, save for a little spark of rebellious exhilaration that made him glow just a bit more in the lights of the lamp above.
"This is crazy John, it's Wednesday night, everything's closed, what on earth do you want to do?" Sherlock wondered in a whisper, looking around the deserted sidewalks as if worried someone would be watching them from the shadows. John just shrugged, finally catching his breath and leaning casually against the brick wall of the drug store. For another moment longer he gazed at Sherlock, however he could tell his silence was irritating the boy for his beautiful smile was fading fast.
"It doesn't matter what we do, you're here, I'm here. I missed you." John admitted in a rather innocent voice, grabbing at one of Sherlock's hands and holding it clumsily in his own. Sherlock had taken to giggling once more, but there was still an air of annoyance and inconvenience that hung over the two of them.
"I missed you too, of course, but it's a rather awkward time to meet, don't you think? I need to have my beauty sleep." Sherlock reminded him. John just laughed, running his fingers over Sherlock's smoothened fingernails and looking up at hi in admiration.
"You've had too much of that if you ask me. It's not really fair." John defended, and Sherlock laughed once more. There really wasn't much to say tonight, and yet Sherlock seemed to feel that they had to do something other than just stare at each other at the window of the darkened drug store.
"Is there anywhere we can go that's just out of town? Somewhere more private?" John wondered, craning his neck to look about the empty streets once more. Sherlock thought for a moment, tapping his free fingers over his chin while John still held the others.
"Well I mean, there's the carrousel in the park, but that's closed now, there's the park, which may be filled with homeless people and drug addicts...there's the stream? That's not too far, just down in the woods a bit. It's dug out so that people can swim there, and I'm sure no one would be out there at this hour." Sherlock suggested without much seriousness.
"Perfect! I'm up for a swim, how about you?" John wondered with a smile. Sherlock looked at him like he was crazy, his eyebrows knitted on his forehead for a moment as John freed his hand and got to his feet.
"It's kind of cold out, don't you think?" Sherlock muttered nervously.
"Oh who cares Sherlock, come on let's go check it out. Unless you'd rather the park?" John wondered with a little bit of an accusing eyebrow. Sherlock's face fell fearfully; evidently he was scared of the park after the sun set. John knew he had him now.
"Ya, the stream is fine." Sherlock agreed finally. Sherlock led the way through the back roads and forest paths, walking swiftly so that his long trench coat billowed out, just grazing at the muddy grass, still recovering from being trodden over day after day. They were forced to walk single file in some of the paths, and yet since they had nothing but the moon to light their way they stuck together, John holding onto Sherlock's shoulders like some sort of conga line as they fearfully made their way through the darkness of the canopy. John could hear running water as soon as they entered the woods and yet it took them a long while to meander through the maze of roots and hanging branches, cowering together when they heard so much of a rustle in the trees for fear of some large beast. When the path finally opened up, however, they were met with something of a moonlit paradise, with the tree line parted just right so that the moonlight could trickle down into the softly flowing water below. The bank of the stream led right down into the water, and as promised there was a swirling pool right at the edge, complete with a rope swing dangling from a tree that stood with its longest roots stretching into the water. Sherlock took a couple of looks around and looked over at John reluctantly, as if trying to silently signal that he didn't want to be here, and yet John's face broke into a smile of satisfaction.
"It's perfect!" John exclaimed, letting his voice get much louder than they had ever dared near the drug store.
"It looks cold John; it feels cold even from here." Sherlock defended, hugging his arms around himself as if trying to prove a point.
"Oh come on Sherlock, you don't have to go in if you don't want to. It just looks fun, right?" John wondered hopefully. Sherlock simply pursed his lips while John stood with his hands on his hips near the edge of the water, watching him impatiently and waiting for something of a positive response.
"Sure...fun." Sherlock managed, and John just laughed at him once more. He was such a baby when he wanted to be, and yet he was beautiful, so it was worth it in the end.