my guardian angel >> johnlock

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John had finished his night shift not too long ago and hailed a cab to take him home. Sherlock was sitting right next to him, but neither of them said a word to each other verbally. After all, it would be weird for the cab driver to see a sleep-deprived man talking to a person who was merely a figment of his imagination.

John knew that Sherlock was in the cab with him since the air felt a bit different. It was much colder than usual. But he felt as though he was five again, sitting in the back of the car, Harry on the right and the voice that he just met was on the left of him, keeping him safe from all the dangers of the world.

Only this time, it was just him and Sherlock, two lovers that were in the back of a cab wanting to say everything to each other, but couldn't find the words to say something to each other. But that's what happens when you don't talk for a few years. So, Sherlock decided to ask John the one question that was the easiest thing to ask.

"Starving?" He asked in John's mind.

"Oh god yes. " John replied.

They both looked out from the window, taking in the beauty of central London. For some reason, London always looked nice no matter what the season was. But since it was winter, it looked ten times prettier. The snowflakes that were falling to the ground tried to cover the garlands that hung onto the light poles. People were out and about, spending time with one another thanks to the holiday spirit. But the one thing that was most noticeable was the couples outside.

Those couples walked hand in hand, snuggled up against one another, with that look of pure love in their eyes. All the couples had differences. Some being in same sex relationships, interracial, old people being together, young people being together, and even the ones with big age gaps. But even though those couples had many differences, the one thing they shared was that the couples looked smitten as they were walking with their significant other.

That despite the people walking past them, it seemed as though it was just the two of them outside. Both John and Sherlock wanted that to be them, but neither of them would admit it. They have been in love with each other since they were fifteen, after all. Perhaps it was longer than that.

The thing is, no matter how much they tried to convince themselves that they supposedly didn't love each other, it never worked. As much as the human brain wanted to go with logic since it never failed them in other situations, the heart was much stronger. The question was would the two men fight against what they felt naturally, or would they let themselves be free?

At the moment, John was in the middle of fighting between his perfect logic and his imperfect heart that got him in trouble all these years. Both of them had good intentions, but only one was based on facts and the other based on what feels right.

"If he really loved you, why did he not show up after all these years? Even though he can be a stubborn git, he should have shown his face. At least say something that would give us a sign that he was alive." That nagging logic was yelling at him. But it was necessary because if John's heart had it his way, John would be heartbroken again.

Logic could be used in a multitude of ways, including a defense mechanism. But, how logic would be used determines the real reasoning of using it in the first place.

Soon enough, they reached their destination and both boys practically jumped out of the cab. John paid the cabbie and saw Sherlock looking right at the small Italian restaurant that brought back all the different memories as they grew up together.