Johnlock prompts

Gone (full of angst sorry not sorry)

It was typical, John and Sherlock sitting in there dingy flat after spending days awake working on a case. Nothing special was happening that evening as there usually never is besides the occasional gunshot to the wall or flying explosive bomb. Simply John sipping tea, updating his blog about the case they had just finished. Sherlock, on the other hand had his mind on other thoughts than the gruesome murder case. He had liked John for a while but never perused it thinking that John wouldn't like him back in the same aspect as he did. Still, he kept his own thoughts in his own mind. Curiosity sparked however, he looked up from his own hands staring at John listening to the soothing taps of his fingers on the keyboard. Sherlock couldn't pin point his points of interest for John, maybe it was something about his warm smile,or his beautiful short sandy hair,or.. "Sherlock?" John looked up at Sherlock. Little did Sherlock know that amidst his thought he had been absentmindedly staring at John the entire time. He kept his composure "Yes John?" He said not bothering to take his gaze away from him. "Why were you staring at me?" John said closing his laptop and setting it on the arm of his chair, hands now resting at his lap. "Simply observing" He said in retort. John shifted uncomfortably under Sherlock's gaze, trying to continue the conversation to make things less awkward. "I don't think you need to you already knew everything about me the second I met you" John said chuckling. Sherlock only nodded in response, this was the time to act. Sherlock got up quietly as to try to not disturb the atmosphere. He walked gingerly over to his flat mate and they exchanged eye contact for a couple moments. John swallowed thickly. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. Sherlock crouched getting on eye level with John and put a hand on his cheek slowly guiding it forward. Sherlock gasped when he felt Johns hands on his chest. "S-Sherlock no. I can't.. I just" Sherlock got exactly what he feared the most. Rejection. He stood back up removing himself from Johns personal bubble taking a few steps back. Sherlock simply nods and starts walking to his room before he hears John. "Sherlock wait" he says. Sherlock stops in his tracks still looking directly in the direction he's headed "it's fine John you've made yourself clear" He finishes his walk to his bedroom and closes the door, locking it. John was left with his own thoughts buzzing through his head. 'Did Sherlock really like me? I'm not gay. Do I like him back' thoughts flooded his head as his body seemed to be glued to his chair not moving an inch. He tried to calm himself down and eventually falls asleep.
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The next morning John wakes up do his dismay, still in his chair. He takes a moment to remember the events of last night and he brushes his fingers lightly on his lips. He pulls away and gets up, stretching his back and started walking to the kitchen in the process.Sitting down with his fresh cuppa tea and a biscuit he sipped his tea and let his mind drift. Of course it went back to Sherlock, the memories they made. He remembered when they ran through the street trying to catch a criminal and the simple nights when Sherlock would play his violin and he would sit contently just listening. He remembered the fall. He hadn't taken time to think of the events that led up to that happening. In that moment he realized something. That even if Sherlock didn't have a plan he would still jump. Another realization popped up Sherlock was willing to risk his life so John would live. John put a hand to his mouth not believing his own thoughts. Once agin he realized something. He loved Sherlock. And he would risk his life to save him. John immediately got up and ran to Sherlock's room, knocking on the door. "Sherlock?" He tried the knob, it was unlocked. He walked in hurriedly "Sherlock I-" he stopped dead in his tracks. His room was empty. The next few hours were spent desperately trying to call and text Sherlock to no avail. His emotions were flooded so after a few hours of desperately trying to reach Sherlock he attempted to call Mycroft. Luckily, Mycroft picked up almost immediately. "Hello John" Mycroft sounded more solemn than usual, it was noted but John continued. "Hi Mycroft do you know where Sherlock is? He's not in the flat" John sounded more panicked than he intended to. "Sherlock wanted to do a risky case" Mycroft said voice cracking a bit. "Well where is he I'll go and help him" John said, happy that Mycroft kept track of his brother. "You don't understand John" Mycroft now said through sniffles. "Sherlock got shot and died on one of his missions" He said loud sobs now very audible through the speakers. John hung up and dropped the phone. Falling to his knees, he put his head in his hands. Sobbing, his only thoughts were ' Sherlock died, and it's all my fault'

AUTHORS NOTE
Omg ahhhhh I cant stand it this is so sad. I'm very sorry if it makes you feel better it made my heartstrings break also r.i.p