Johnlock Smut

John's Secret

    Narrative Part
After Mary's death, John was devastated. But it wasn't Sherlock's fault, it was Mary's idea to jump in front of Sherlock to save him from the bullet. But time has surely passed. John and Sherlock are taking good care of Rosie and Mrs. Hudson is still living in the same flat with them, even though it had burnt down but was rebuilt shortly after. Everyone is happy and well let's just say Eurus won't be escaping that horrid place, hopefully.

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Sherlock's POV~

Ever since that whole incident with Eurus and the loss of my brother, it has been different, but somehow everything is the same. Still working on cases with John. John working on his blogs about our adventures. I always read them to see if he talks about me. Well, one day I did see him alone in his bedroom, he usually isn't there. Most likely typing something private and out of my view. I sat in my chair and drank my tea that Mrs. Hudson had made for me. She was downstairs vacuuming. I could hear it from all the way up here. John finally comes out of his room, without his laptop. "I need to go run some errands. I'll be back soon." Then he runs out of the room. I hear him run down the stairs and out the door. I get up quickly and run over into his bedroom. I turned the knob, which was locked. I went into different drawers around the house looking for a anything that resembled a key. I had found a paper clip and I went back to the door. I finally picked the lock and I went in. I looked on his bed and there was his laptop. I tried to open it but it had a password. I tried his phone number. Last name. Our flat number. His dead wife's last name. My last name. But finally after the fifth try, I typed my name and I was in. He had it opened up to his blog. I scrolled down to search for the important parts. I saw...

"Sherlock had always been a good guy."

"our cases get crazier and crazier."

"he hit someone with a shoe because he was bored. I laughed a little bit too hard and I actually fell on the floor chuckling my lungs out." Then I saw the one part I couldn't forget

"Sherlock is a friend and only a friend, but I don't know how to say it to him that I...."

It stopped there. Then I heard the door downstairs open and close. I closed the laptop, locked the door and ran out the bedroom into the kitchen and pretend I was working on something. I here him walk into the room and I also hear bags. Must have went grocery shopping. He comes into the kitchen and looks to see what I'm doing. I have protective glasses on and some different bottles in front of me. I turn around and stop to see him staring at me.

Sherlock: John?

John: What?

Sherlock: Can you not stare at me? It distracts me from my study.

John: Oh sorry. I'll go..

He left and I heard him unlock and lock his door. I thought about the words he said. " because I..." Because he what? Because he hates me. Or loves me?