Sherlock One Shots

Broken...a Johnlock fanfic (Instagram)

A/n previously posted on Instagram @officially_sherlocked

John returns back to 221b Baker Street clearly upset about something. Sherlock, although usually cannot detect any human emotions, knew he was upset. "John? Are you alright?" Sherlock is concerned. "It's my sister...why can't she stay off the booze?!" Sherlock gets up from his chair and walks into the kitchen to make John a cup of tea. He passes it to him. "Thanks Sherlock, you never make tea, I'm surprised there is milk." Sherlock grins, "it'll be ok John" he puts his hand on John's shoulder "you fixed me I'm sure you can fix her..." Sherlock removes his hand and walks towards the window staring out onto Baker Street. "How did I fix you?" Sherlock pauses, grabs his violin and begins to play a tune. He's avoiding John's question. John knows this, from experience and just ignores this and listens to the merry tune whilst reaching for a bottle of brandy. The next morning. "John, I'm going away for a couple of weeks, undercover work. You will manage whilst I'm gone right?" Sherlock peers at the empty bottle of brandy from the night before. "Oh no how will I cope?! I will have to do the shopping and tidy up and cook like usual!" John says sarcastically.

Sherlock returns a few weeks later to a pit of a flat, bottles of every type of alcohol known to man scattered and the smell made his eyes water! "John?!" Sherlock calls over and over, suddenly there is a crash from John's bedroom, Sherlock runs upstairs. John's room is a dump. Sherlock cannot see the floor, there are bottles of alcohol everywhere and a few pools of vomit. Sherlock helps John out of his room and sits him in his chair looking at the mess his friend is in. John is wearing clothes which are clearly days old, he hasn't washed or shaved or eaten properly. He is drunk and obviously hasn't been sober in a while. "John what happened?" "Where were you eh? When I needed you! I fixed you but you are never here to fix me!" Sherlock looks down at the floor feeling hurt and worried and guilty. "John I..." His words trails, John is beyond fixing he needs saving. Sherlock does not continue his sentence but leaves to run John a bath. After it is run he takes John to the bathroom, undresses him and helps him into the bath. Whilst John bathes, Sherlock shaves John and stops him from drowning a few times.

After Sherlock bathes John he sticks him in some pyjamas and helps him to Sherlock's room. Sherlock puts John to bed but in his own bed. Sherlock knew John couldn't sleep in his dump of a room so Sherlock let him have his bed out of the kindness of his heart. It was late, Sherlock has no where to sleep so sleeps on the sofa, well tries to. He is riddled with guilt and hopes he can save his only friend. It is the next morning and John awakes with the worst hangover ever, when he realises he is in Sherlock's bed he is confused and over time begins to remember what happened last night. He staggers out of Sherlock's room and realises the mess he has made of 221b and sees Sherlock sleeping on the sofa. John begins to weep and falls to the floor, this awakes Sherlock who rushes over to help his friend onto his chair. "John I am so sorry for leaving you, I didn't realise how unstable you were." He lifts an empty bottle that used to contain vodka, "this isn't the way forward, don't turn into a Harry Watson..." John becomes angry and punches Sherlock in the face.

It has been a few days, Sherlock and John haven't spoke since their incident, Sherlock had tidied the flat and was now working on an experiment in the kitchen involving eyes and blowtorches. The mark on Sherlock's face has almost faded but he is upset that John reacted this way. He loved John, he can only just admit that and it's all getting to much for him. John walks in and the awkwardness level rises. John grabs a bag of crisps from the cupboard and walks out, he pauses in the corridor out of Sherlock's view. Sherlock begins to cry, almost silently, but John still here's him and returns to the room. "Sherlock...don't cry..." Sherlock is shocked by John's sudden arrival and quickly wipes the tears from his cheeks. "I'm sorry about the whole punching incident, my sister is a tough topic. If it was you I would do the same." Sherlock looks down at the floor. There were too many emotions in him. "I've never seen you cry before, you must be really upset...it can't just be this. What's actually wrong?"

"Too many emotions, John!" John looks at his friend's face trying to deduct these emotions. Deducting is Sherlock's thing, so John gives up. "What do you mean? Talk to me!" John leads Sherlock to his chair and they both sit in silence for a few moments. "John, I feel emotions which I have not felt before...well not properly. Guilt, worry, hurt, love and sadness. Too many emotions!" "Love?" "Yes and guilt and worry and hurt and sadness! I feel so guilty about what happened too you and I was so worried and sad. Your words hurt me but I felt like I needed to be hurt." John peers at his feet, now he felt guilty for putting Sherlock through that. There are a few moments silence again. "Oh Sherlock, I don't like seeing you like this. Why did you say love?" Sherlock freezes and thinks 'how could I tell John?!'

"Urrmmm well...I love..." Sherlock stutters and John just nods, urging him to continue. "I love you John Hamish Watson..." John begins to panic. He has loved Sherlock for a long time now and he didn't think this day would come. "You love me?" Sherlock nods and begins to change his body language and curls up, obviously embarrassed. "I love you too, William Sherlock Scott Holmes...I've loved you for a while but I didn't know how-" before John could finish his sentence, Sherlock presses his lips firmly onto John's. Feeling Sherlock's breath and lips was like all his Christmases had come at once. John runs his hand through Sherlock's hair which pleases Sherlock. Sherlock begins to, without removing his lips off John's, leads John to his bedroom.