The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 15

John walk into the bedroom sometime after dinner to find Sherlock lying on the bed half asleep. John stopped and smiled at him. He climbed onto the bed gently and touch Sherlocks arm. "Sherlock? You up?" John asked quietly. "What time is it, John?" Sherlock asked, grabbing Johns hand gently. "Its around 11:30." John answered, his voice cracking. Sherlock sat up to look at John to see him better. "Whats wrong?" He asked, sleep still in his voice. "I'm sorry, Sherlock. I'm sorry what you had to go through when you we're younger. I'm sorry that your father doesn't accept you. I'm sorry you resulted to a world of fiction to take you away from your life, and I'm sorry I wasn't there. But I want to make it up to you! I want to be there everyday from here on out! I love you so much and I'm so proud that you came out of such a horrible situation as such a wonderful person!" John blurted out suddenly, tears starting to flow from his eyes. Sherlock looked at him in suprise. John stared back, tears still coming out. "John.." Sherlock said, looking at him with concern. "No, don't give me that look, Sherlock! Its true, and do not deny it!' John grabbed both of Sherlocks hands tightly. "I love you so much, and your going to shut up and I am going to turn on music, whatever song you'd like, and You and I are going to dance around this room like idiots!" John said, letting go of his hands and getting up to put a CD in the CD player. 

 "Please, Sherlock." John said, offering him his hand. Sherlock looked at Johns hand, then his face, and gently took his hand. John pulled Sherlock close. Sherlock looked down at John and smiled slightly as the music started. It was a slow song that Sherlock did not know the name of. John started to move, and Sherlock copied. Soon, Sherlock was completely lost in the music. He was laughing at Johns horrible dancing and mimicked him, resulting in unaccountable laughter from both parties. As the song ended, Sherlock fell on the bed, and John fell next to him. "I'm ready for bed." John whispered to Sherlock. "So am I." Sherlock whispered back, looking at John. Sherlock, who was already in his Sleep ware, jumped under the blankets while John went into the bathroom down the hall to get changed. When he came back, Sherlock was curled up in a ball and almost asleep. John smiled at him and climbed in bed and moved his arms so he could be as close to Sherlock as possible.

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    John woke up before Sherlock the next morning and smelt breakfast. John climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen to a sight. "Harry!" John exclaimed. Harry and Mrs.Watson turned towards John. "John!" Harry said, running to him and hugging him tightly, smiling. She pulled him arms length and examined his face. "How are you?" She asked, taking in her little brothers face. "I'm brilliant! How are you? Are you okay?" John asked looking at his sister closely. Her eyes we're red from crying, John could tell. "I've had better days." She said, smiling a sad smile. "Whats wrong?" John asked, looking from his sister to his mother. John sat down in a chair next to Harry. Harry grabbed his hand. "John, last night, your father went to the hospital with chest pains. Around 5 o'clock this morning, your father passed away from a heart attack." Johns mother said, tears falling from her eyes, fast. 

    Johns breath catch in his throat. "What?" He said, his body shaking. "I'm so sorry, John." Harry sobbed, hugging John again. John felt the tears run from his eyes. John's mother came from around the counter and joined in the hug, holding her children tightly. John let a sob escape from his mouth. He felt numb as he held onto Harry and his mother as he once did during thunderstorms as a child. They let go slowly, leaving John sitting at the dinning room table. He stood up slowly and walked to his old room, where Sherlock laid asleep still, unaware of the pain being felt around him. John crawled into the bed and curled up to Sherlocks chest and cried quiet tears.