The college roomate (Sherlock/Johnlock/fluff)

Chapter 17

"Do I have to go?" Sherlock pouted, fumbling with his tie in the passenger seat of Johns car. John looked at him in shock from the drivers seat. "Do you-? Sherlock, its my fathers funeral! Of course you have to go! Even your mother agrees!" John augured back. Sherlock looked at him, wanting to augured. "Please just sit there and shut up." John begged as they pulled into the parking lot. "Fine. I still don't understand why I have to wear the tie..." Sherlock mumbled. John rolled his eyes and reached over to Sherlock and ripped off the tie. "Happy?" John asked sarcastically. Sherlock nodded in agreement.

   John got up out of the car, shaking a bit. Sherlock walked up next to him and whispered. "I'm sorry, John." John looked up at him and smiled. "I always forgive you, don't I?" He asked, and grabbed Sherlock's hand. They walked into the funeral home, gaining many looks from Johns family members. "John!" His Mother said, running up to him. He let go of Sherlock's hand and hugged his mother tightly. "Hey, mum. Are you okay?" He said, rubbing her back. "I've had better days." She whispered into his shoulder. She looked behind him to see Sherlock. "Sherlock, dear!" She said, letting go of John. Sherlock smiled as she hugged him. "I'm so happy you came!" She said, standing in front of him. Sherlock smiled, not wanting to speak, in case he messed things up. 

 "Why don't Sherlock and you mingle, John? I'm sure some of your family would love to meet him!" She said. "Sure, we'll go now. Is Harry here?" John asked his mother. "She is, with her girlfriend." She answered with a sad smile. John just nodded and turned away from his mother, grabbing Sherlock's hand. The first person they meet was Johns very religious aunt. "Hello, Aunt Marry. How are you?" John asked, smiling. Sherlock watched John as they spoke, in till his Aunt asked about him. "Who is this young lad?" She asked with a heavy Scottish accent. 

"Oh, em, that's my, um, that's my boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes..." John said, trailing off. Sherlock smiled at her, not expecting what happened next. "Does your mother know, Sherlock? She must be so ashamed! The lord said Adam and Eva not Adam and Adam! Shame on you, John! I though we taught you better!" She yelled, making everyone turn to look at them. Sherlock stood there and stared at her with his mouth open a bit. "What did your mother say, John? She must've screamed at you and and beaten some since into you! I ought of do it to both of you!" She yelled once more. She began to smack both of them with her purse. "Hey- ouch! Hey, stop!" John said, blocking the purse. She turned to Sherlock. She picked the purse up and tried to smack his face, but Sherlock caught the purse in mid-air. "I'd appreciate if you didn't hit my John Watson on the day of his fathers funeral. Also, if you could stop making such a deal, maybe his mother, your sister, wouldn't be crying in the doorway." Sherlock whispered in a low growl. "I'd never-!" "Really? You think you have the right to act all innocent in this? Multiple people have just witnessed it." "Sherlock, lets go." John said, grabbing his arm. Sherlock stood up to his full height again and followed John. 

"What the bloody hell was that about, Sherlock?" John asked forcefully.

"What are you talking about?"

"You basically attacked my Aunt!"

"To my defense, she was smacking you multiple times with her purse."

"Sherlock, I could've dealt with it! But no! Your Sherlock bloody Holmes and you need to defend me because your my boyfriend!"

"John,that's what you've told me to do multiple times, if you have not realized!" Sherlock said, anger in his face. "How dare you try to blame this on me?" John yelled, pushing Sherlock. "I'll see you at home, John." Sherlock said, turning towards the door and walking out. "Fine! Be that way!" John yelled after Sherlock. "John!" He heard his mother yell. He turned around, seeing everyone staring at him. "Come here right now!" She said, pointing to a chair. John listened and sat down, thinking about Sherlock.

He knew where he was, of course. The only place out here was his fathers and Mycroft's house, and he didn't dare go there. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and called his mother. "Whats wrong dear?" She asked as she answered. "Its John... Could you pick me up and take me back to my dorm, please?" He asked her, starting to cry. "Of course, dear." She said. He told her where he was and waited.

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"Oh sweetie, it'll get better, I promise." Sherlocks mother said as they stood in the middle of the dorm. "I cant believe him." Sherlock said, throwing himself on his bed. "Honey, he wont break up with you because of that!" She said, trying to reassure Sherlock. "You don't know that." He mumbled. "Sherlock, are you okay?" She asked, sitting down on his bed. "I'm fine. I know you have important stuff to do, so go. I love you, bye." He said quickly, knowing it was true. He felt her get up and leave without another word. He must've fallen asleep, for the next thing he knew, the door was opening again. 

"Sherlock..." John said, sitting on his own bed. "What?" 

"I'm sorry..."

"Shouldn't that be my line?" Sherlock asked, turning over to face John.

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"I attacked your Aunt."

"She is a bitch, so its fine. You did the right thing, I promise." John whispered. 

"Are you tired?" Sherlock asked. John nodded. "Go to bed, then. We'll talk tomorrow."

"My beds uncomfortable, though." John said, getting changed into pajamas. 

"Okay..?" Sherlock said. "I'm sleeping with you tonight, smart one." 

"Oh." Sherlock said, scooting over as John got into bed.

"I love you." Sherlock whispered. "I love you too, you idiot."