The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 13

  It was half past 3 in the morning, on the same day Sherlock and John watched the first Harry Potter movie, when Sherlock's phone buzzed on the table next to where John and him laid. "Hello?" He answered, sleep still in his voice. "Hello, brother." a young Mans voice answered, making Sherlock roll his eyes. "What do you want, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked, sitting up. "I just want to check on you. Also, I want to meet your special friend." He added shyly. Sherlock could basically hear him smiling  through the phone.

      "At 3 A.M?" Sherlock asked in disbelief, looking down at John. "Well, I'd like to take you and your friend out to brunch tomorrow. I'd like to meet them." Mycroft said, leaning back in his chair. "Mother hasn't told you yet?" Sherlock asked suddenly, still looking at John. "Who your friend is? No, that's why I'd like to meet them." Mycroft said in annoyance. "I'll send you the addresses, meet me there at noon tomorrow, with your friend. I'll see you then." And the with a click, Mycroft hung up.

   Sherlock placed his phone down and looked at John again and couldn't help but smile. He leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. John stirred a bit in his sleep, but didn't wake up. Sherlock laid back down next to him and pulled him into his arms tightly, falling asleep again rather quickly.

 John woke up suddenly the next morning, panic running through his blood. "Sherlock." He whispered. John had nightmares. Alot. He had tried to keep it a secret from Sherlock for as long as he could, but it was hard when you'd wake up in the middle of the night screaming someones name, it was hard to keep it a secret. It was like all the rest, that he lost someone he loved very, very much, and couldn't do anything about it. John pulled himself off the sofa and pulled one of the blankets Sherlock and him had shared around him like a coat.

     He walked over to there little segment of a kitchen and made tea for himself to calm down. He made Sherlock a cup too, just in case he woke up. John walked back to the sofa and smiled at the sleeping Sherlock. He placed the cups down gently on the table next to Sherlock's phone. John sat down and turned on the TV to the local news station. It was about a hour later when Sherlock must've noticed the cold spot next to him. He sat up quickly, making John jump and spill his cuppa. "Really?" John asked, sending Sherlock a look.

        "I got scared. I'm sorry, John." Sherlock said, looking down at the ground with big eyes. "Its okay, you big idiot." John said, getting up and walking towards him. John smiled at him and leaned down and kiss him gently. Sherlock blushed like he always did, the reached for his phone. "Dont start with that thing today, Sherlock!" John said, rolling his eyes. Sherlock jumped up, smiling. "John, we've been invited to brunch with my brother, Mycroft. Would you care to go?" He said, grabbing Johns arm. "If you want to, I'll have to get changed, as will you." John said, laughing and turning towards the room once more.

      Sherlock reached into his wardrobe and pulled out his black pants, and a blue shirt. He quickly got changed then sat on the sofa with his coat draped across his lap as he waited for John. "Are you almost ready?" Sherlock asked, smiling. "Yes! I just had to do my hair." John said, grabbing his coat and pulling it on. Sherlock grinned and stood up, pulling his own coat on in one swift movement. "Lets go, John." Sherlock said, ushering him out of the house. "You truly are a impatient person, aren't you?" John joked while heading out to his car. "Shut up, John." Sherlock said, blushing a bit. They climbed into the car and set off to the addressee Mycroft had sent them.

     Sherlock knew Mycroft wouldn't be accepting. He was a minuter version of their father, and that meant that being gay was against it. Sherlock looked over at John, who was signing along the radio happily. "You okay over there?" John said, smiling at Sherlock. "Yeah, I'm good." Sherlock answered quickly. "Whatever you say, Mr.Holmes." John answered sarcastically. Sherlock laughed, and aloud himself to dream up a future for John and him. He hadn't done it before, for fear of John leaving as soon as he did it. He saw John holding their first born child for the first time, smiling. He imagined John and him and the young boy walking around at a park. He saw himself waking up to Johns sleepy face messy hair. He imagined growing old with him. 

        Sherlock snapped back into reality when John started signing to him. "But I'm only humannnnnnn! And I bleed when I fall down! Im only humaannnnnnn! And I crash and I break down! Your words in my head, knifes in my heart, you build me up then I fall apart, cuz im only hummmmmmannnnnnnnn!" Sherlock laughed at Johns horrible signing, joining in with it. They finished out the song as they pulled into the parking lot, laughing so hard there stomachs hurt. They stayed in the car, laughing. Sherlock looked at John and smiled, feeling truly happy. "Why are you staring at me?" John asked, looking at Sherlock. "Because I love you." Sherlock whispered, kissing John. "I love you too, Sherlock. And I always will." John promised, smiling.

            They enter the restaurant, John following behind Sherlock. He followed him to a table in the way back to a young man, that John could only assume was Sherlocks brother. "Hello, Mycroft." Sherlock said bluntly. "Ah, hello, brother of mine." Mycroft said, placing his menu down. Sherlock sat down in a chair, as did John. "So, wheres your 'special' friend?" Mycroft asked, leaning forward in his seat towards Sherlock. "Well, Mycroft. My 'special' friend is John.." Sherlock trailed off, waving his hand towards John. "Wait, Sherlock, your Gay?" He spat the word at Sherlock. "Yes..." Sherlock trailed off once more, the way he did when he was dreading something. "After everything father told us? What did Mother say? Surely she sent you and your faggot boyfriend away as quickly as you came." Mycroft said, sending John a disgusting look. "Mother accepted me, Mycroft." Sherlock said, looking at Mycroft. "Well, as far as I am concerned, I do not have a brother.! Father nor I will accept this sort of behaviour, no person with the last name Holmes will be a faggot!" Mycroft said louder, getting up from his chair to yell at Sherlock. Sherlock kept his eyes trained on the floor, starting to cry. 

           'Do you know whats unacceptable behavior, Mr.Mycroft Holmes? That you will abounded your little brother, make such a big deal in the middle of a restaurant, make him cry in public, the call him a faggot! You, my dear sir, can go fuck yourself for being such a unbearable asshole!" John yelled at Mycroft, standing up. "So now the boyfriends yelling at me, eh?" Mycroft said. "John please, lets just go." Sherlock muttered, pulling on his arm. "Yes, because you are a asshole! Stop being such a fucking dick hole! Just accept the fact that your brother is different from everyone! Do you even know him?" John yelled, his face turning red. "John, please." Sherlock begged, crying harder. " I  am not going to stand here and be insulted by my faggot brother and his boyfriend! Goodbye!" Mycroft said, and stormed out of the restaurant. 

  John turned around to face Sherlock, who was standing behind him, his eyes red. "Can we go, John?" Sherlock asked, still crying. John suddenly realized how many people had been staring at them. John gabbed Sherlock by the hand softly and walked towards the car. John climbed in to the driver seat and waited for Sherlock to get in. Sherlock stared forward most of the car ride, in till he looked at John. "I guess you would want to break up now?" He asked quietly. John looked at Sherlock in disbelief. He didn't answered, but pulled the car over to the side of the road and looked at Sherlock.

"Sherlock, just because your brother doesn't want us together, doesn't mean we have to listen. I am truly sorry for what I did today, and I am truly sorry he cannot accept the fact that this is you, but if he cant accept it, cut him out of your life. All he will do is make you unhappy, so don't do that to yourself. I will never break up with you because of what people say, Sherlock. I love you." John said, smiling at Sherlock. "And I want to stay with you forever. I want to marry you, I want to have children with you, I want to wake up to you every signal morning, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You know why i wanna do all this? Because I love you."