The final problem...love (Johnlock)

Six. Jealousy (end)

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Sherlock's pov.
John.
John...
John?
John!
It keeps repeatedly going in my head...why is it so-the feeling is warm? I mean-I never ever associate myself with 'love' but...
It actually feels good?
Am I high?
No...with John Watson...there is no compromise, ahh...what have I evolved into? So...it all started that very day, when I took a look at john's diary...again.
....*flashback*....
Thank god...John is gone...now the plan...
Yes I want to look at what John wrote...pfft. Obviously I know he has feelings for me...I am the mastermind of human behaviour and observing their emotional and physical attributes.
But I need to make sure.
I can do this...I can figure it out if I form this into words...aaah...Deduction in three, two, one. I take a deep breath and start to speak with myself.
"So...usually if a person is attracted to the other or same sex-in this case...the same sex, they do one of  five things...so
A. They bite their lips frequently...as John does.
B. They stutter...in john's case.
C. They make incoherent excuses or avoid eye contact-also John.
D. They fiddle with their hands-also John.
E. They write their feelings away from the other...opponent you could say...Ugh, this is ALSO John.
So if my confirmation goes my alley...and if I am thinking straight (get it?) this all could lead in one direction that...John is, in fact...infatuated with me."
I wipe my forehead as I gather my information in my mind Palace...in a safe compartment only for John...let's face it...I knew this would happen a long time ago.
I hurriedly close the door behind me-again....mrs. Hudson can tell anyone about this...so I lock the door, then open his closet...I sigh...showtime...except nobody's acknowledging my existence....perfect.
Finally...at the back...I can see the diary.
I grab it and skim through the pages until something catches my eye...is this morse?
I mean I knew he was not that lame but also not that intelligent either...my type.
Wait...what the actual crimson biscuits did I just say...I guess I haven't taken my hit in a while...don't want to lose John.
And...kind of acknowledge the fact that one person in the world actually keeps track of my day. Ah John.
Anyway I try to decipher the weird text:
-.. . .- .-. / -.. .. .- .-. -.-- .-.-.- / .. / -.-. .- -. # - / - .- -.- . / .. - # / .. / .-.. --- ...- . / ... .... . .-. .-.. --- -.-. -.- / .... --- .-.. -- . ... / .- -. -.. / .. -....- .. / .... .- ...- . / - --- / -.- . . .--. / .. - / .- / ... . -.-. .-. . - .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- .- ... / .... . / ... .- .. -.. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- # .-. . .-.. .- - .. --- -. ... .... .. .--. ... / .- .-. . / - / -- -.-- / .- .-. . .- # / .--. ..-. ..-. - .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- ..-. ..- -.-. -.- / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- -.--.- ... . .-. .. --- ..- ... .-.. -.-- / .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / - --- / -... . / . -..- .- -.-. - -.--.- / .- -. -.-- .... --- .--
Huh...okay...I studied morse I need to separate this word by word.
On to work it is.........
.....After hours of googling and figuring it out...I make up all the words....okay, I translated the words through a Morse generator....hey it is very difficult to even start translating word by word.
It should say:
'Dear diary.
I can't take it! I love Sherlock Holmes and I-i have to keep it a secret...as he said..."relationships aren't my area" pfft...f**k you...(seriously I would to be exact) anyhow...just have to move along...sadly.
Yours sincerely,
John Holmes-I mean Watson...f**k it...I would gladly be called John Holmes.'
I laugh...oh this is going to be fun.
....*flashback ends*....
And this today marks the day....I'll conduct a little mind experiment with John. I volunteered molly to be my 'partner' in this experiment...and yes, after hours she agreed...and by that I mean after getting many punches and knee kicks in the privates...she said yes.
So she'll be here in an hour,
By the time John comes out of his room...at 8:15 to be exact.
Yes, I know when he wakes up...you shut your face!
Anyhow, molly agreed to be my fake 'partner' so that...John might get jealous?
I mean...I am a hundred percent sure this...is not going to work...since he's....really great at lying.
Ugh, that's a problem.
But we'll see.
I have not told him that I got a 'date' with molly.
So...I'll 'set' the 'date' stuff up.
One hour later.
"Hey molly!" I try to sound enthusiastic but...no. Molly just rolls her eyes while closing the door.
"Just shut up...only talk to me while this weird 'experience' starts...you did not even tell me-" I snap at her in fear "It's 8:14! Sit with me on the table...."
She just shrugs and sits with me on the 'date' table.
I have a feeling this is not going to work.
I mouth the countdown to which John will come out...so that molly can grab my hand.
Three.
Two.
One.
Go.
John comes out the door, first word being "Sherlock?"
It's hard to ignore him but I keep my eyes on molly and fakely smile at her as an indication to start the conversation. Molly quickly grabs my hand as she starts to speak.
"Oh Sherlock...can't believe we're finally together...I-I don't" I put my finger on her lips..."Oh darling...it's official now isn't it...oh hey john!" I say as if I saw him standing there just now.
He slightly waves his hand towards our direction, but I can sense jealousy by his mannerism.
I continue on to try to make this interesting...
"So...Uh, molly! Yeah...I never properly kissed someone...I mean with Janine it was...only fake, but I want to-"
"SHUT UP."
We look over to John....who's there, curled up in a ball...wow, did not expect him to do that. Molly speaks up.
"John are you-"
"GET AWAY FROM SHERLOCK OR I WILL MAKE YOU!" John screams as he sits upright. Tears formed in his eyes. Molly hesitatingly says "Okay." as she whispers into my ear. "So...this was why you wanted the experiment?" I nod...molly starts to give me a smirk.
"GO!" John stands up.
Molly rushes out of the door...slamming it shut.
I am so nervous...wait why am I nervous.
John looks at me in the eye...no emotion.
"Uh...are you Well-"
"No I am not 'well' because...you mother-Okay! I love you! I f**king have feelings for you I wanna marry you I want...I don't want you to go with...her and I...I am f**king jealous you c*ck..." John pushes me slightly...but goes on.
"But you are associated with your work...and...and you might think that nobody can love your beautiful curls and your f**king green eyes...your mysterious look and when you furrow your eyebrows when you think and when you tap on the wooden table with your fingernails and when you raise your voice when you are frustrated and when you shut your eyes when you go to your mind Palace or whatever. William Sherlock Holmes Scott...I am in love with you..."
He loses track as he takes a deep breath out.
I am...
Taken aback.
I don't know how I manage to say "You observe me that closely?"
He lets out a laugh..."Well...if I am honest with you...I am completely amazed by you...not because of your looks...because everything I could ever dream of is right in front of me."
I smile.
"Are you sure?" I ask him.
He, clearly frustrated with my reasoning...says "Because of you...Sherlock, I don't even know that half the time I am smiling."
I...don't know how to react.
He looks at me with his eyes sparkling "If you want me to move out...I'm going to do it-"
"Wait John!"
He looks at me...nervous. I continue my sentence..."The one person that people thought didn't matter to me...was the person who mattered the most...Let us Flip a coin and see. If Head, I am yours. If Tail, you are mine. So, we won't lose...John...cut it out and come here."
He widens his eyes as I signal him to hug me.
But,
What happens next is I feel lips smashing into mine. I stumble on my feet...as John pushes me to the wall. We pull apart for air.
And I see the brightest smile ever.
"Sherlock... I know I am in love with you because...my reality is better than my dreams."
I retaliate back "If I know what love is, it is all because of you...plus..we should thank molly for all this."
And you know the rest of the story...it is cliche...but hey...I'm with John Watson everyone!
It's bound to be cliche.
Ah...I can hear mrs. Hudson yelling us to get a bed...I love her.
The end.
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Wrapped it up everyone! I'll do a character ask if you submit questions...or I'll just think myself!
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