what if?

chapter 3

I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. All I could think of was Sherlock’s face, I was like a child before Christmas, too excited to sleep I mean its stupid I’ve just met the guy and were already shopping for flats together I suppose he just has that aurora of trust that surrounds him as well as the aurora of wanting to punch him in the face until your knuckles bleed. Hmm weird.

I must have fallen asleep at one point because I wake to the shrill sound of my alarm going off. My clothes crumbled from sleeping in them, groggily I get up to see what I have in the wardrobe rows and rows of jumpers my eyes come to rest on my old army gear and sigh I still have everything from the uniform to the gun to the dreams after about 5 minutes of just staring at everything I grab my cane already changed and make my way out even though it’s not raining I still hail for a taxi to take me I lean in and say “221B Baker street please” I only get a grunt in response as we make our way to my potential new home 

I Wait for Sherlock outside of the flats because I didn’t want to seem rude not looking together and besides he probably knows the landlord/lady beforehand or he wouldn’t of recommended it so forcefully only seconds later a taxi pulls up outside it only takes a glance to realise its him in his trench coat I saw him in yesterday. He opened the door gracefully, got out and greeted me with a slight nod of the head “john” he said matter-of-factly “are you ready?” I only nod in agreement knowing that he probably knows the answer anyway. Sherlock taps lightly on the door before a sweet little old lady comes

“Sherlock” she exclaims but with so much love in her voice like and grandma talking to her grandchildren. I watch as the tow of them hug his thin frame curling over her small one but it wasn’t a tangle of limbs like you would expect it to be but heart-warming. Out of nowhere I blush ferociously and turn away the scene before seems suddenly too private for me to watch but I become aware that the two of them are talking about the apartment so I bring myself back down to earth too hear the little old lady (Mrs Hudson I now know) telling Sherlock that anything could be arranged for him then she turns and addresses me face on “John isn’t it? Well we have an bedroom upstairs if you’ll be needing it that is” she gave me a knowing smile and I look at her confused for a minute then understand what she’s implying and panic a little

“Wait what? Oh now I’m not... we’re not..” she cuts me off midsentence and shrugs I can’t help but feel as if Sherlock is staring at me from behind though it’s probably just me being paranoid again the silence in which we all stood wasn’t entirely comfortable so I decide to break it by offering my opinion on the place “ I love it” it probably a little too load because I seem to have startled both of them but that didn’t last for long on Sherlock’s face it passed so quickly I seem to doubt I ever saw it was again his dead pan expression

“Yes I know” he said “well your bedroom is upstairs you can collect your things whenever you want” well at least he doesn’t beat around the bush I hate it when people do that

“right yeah okay then” I say then hobble off with my stick to have a look at the bedroom which consisted of 1 double bed 1 bedside cabinet 1 huge wardrobe I smile to myself looking around its already nicer than what I’m used to ‘I’m going to like this place’ I promise myself mentally and go to meet Sherlock properly

Once downstairs I realise that Sherlock had already moved in and was getting his violin out I don’t really know why but I always loves the sound of the violin when played properly it can portray so many emotions and you really know what the composer is feeling. I watch as if in a trance as Sherlock works his slender fingers up and sown the instrument like waves crashing on the shore I feel both great happiness yet at the same time that underling fear of oblivion “your staring at me john” I hear it was like hearing something when you were underwater not quite catching it but understanding every word I am almost sure that I’ve gone bright red and quickly regain myself

“Tea?” I ask trying to get away from the subject as quickly as possible

“mmm please, instructions are on the table”  as if knowing what I’m about to ask its amazing he’s always one step ahead of people I sneak a glance back into the living room to see him bent over his work again his almost black hair tumbling over his face I almost see the little boy that he once was. I hear a quick pop of the kettle snapping me back to the real world oh. God. Yeah. Tea.  Reading the instructions I set to work I really don’t know how someone could be so though I mean its only tea but then again I am talking about the same person who knew I’ve been to war just my one glance. I bring the tea in giving a mug to him and sit down opposite him “so tell me how did you know?”

“How did I know what?”

“About war”

Oh common it was easy” he sighed and began “you hold yourself like you’ve been trained, you don’t ask for a chair like you’ve long forgotten your injury, your expression tells me that you were not too high up but still quite, you have a good phone you wouldn’t want to waste money on this now would you? No it was a gift from your brother I know that because of the engraving but why not seek help from him? Because he is a drunk you can tell by the charger these markings were made me a shaking hand no one sober would make these. So that is how I knew” I stared at him in amazement for a few seconds before regaining my self

“*coughs* that. Was. Incredible” I see a small smile play across his lips his left side raising slightly higher than his right wait why am I seeing these things I only asked a girl out yesterday  I cant.. You don’t think… no john no

“People don’t usually say that to me”

“Oh yeah so what do they usually say then?”

“’piss off’” at that we both laugh hysterically looking like two complete nobheads  laughing until our stomach hurts then looking at one another and laughing some more so much so we can’t even remember what we are laughing at but it is still so funny.