The Broken Soul (Johnlock fanfic)

Chapter 8

(A/N Hey look it's me again. Sorry about taking so long to post. Also just an fyi, I am TERRIBLE at writing cases so don't expect many.)
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John's POV
I woke up the next morning to see Sherlock sitting on his bed, hands under his chin, staring at me.

"How long were you staring at me?" I asked groggily, sitting up, rubbing my eyes and fluffing my wings up.

"Approximately two hours and thirty seven minutes." He responded.

If I were eating or drinking, I think I would have choked and died. "Two hours and thirty seven minutes?! Why were you watching me sleep for so long? Why weren't you asleep?" I asked.
 
Sherlock looked away and his wings drooped. "Sorry." He mumbled. He genuinely looked sorry.

"It's fine Sherlock." I sighed. "Let me guess, bored, couldn't sleep?" I ask.

He nodded. "I know I should have tried to sleep but you looked so peaceful." Was Sherlock really being this kind?

He looked back up at me. "I know what you're thinking, John. Yes, I do feel bad and I'm being nice." Sherlock spat out the last word like venom and his wings flared out.

I flinched and looked down. "I'm sorry." I whispered, barely loud enough for Sherlock to hear. I felt his eyes on me but I kept my head down. I got up suddenly and grabbed some clothes. "I'm going to take a shower." I mumble, tightening my wings around myself a bit.

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After taking a nice long hot shower, I walked into the dorm to see Sherlock... No Sherlock. I sighed. I didn't bother text him to ask where he was. I grabbed my homework out of my bag and sat at the desk.

An hour or so later the door burst open and Sherlock stomped inside and face-planted into his bed.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Brother." He grumbled.

"Of course." I said going back to my homework. God, why did I have so much homework?

"7402." I heard Sherlock say.

I looked up at him. "What?"

"For number twenty four. The answer is 7402."

"Oh, Ok." I said writing it down. "Thanks."

He mumbled something into his pillow and flapped his wings a little.

After another half hour I finished my homework and shoved my books inside my bag. I looked at Sherlock, who had grabbed a random book out of his bag and begun reading. Well, it looked like he was reading but his eyes seemed to say in place unmoving. I looked at the clock on the desk. 11:51.

I sighed and Sherlock looked at me for a brief moment before staring at his book. "Sherlock?" I asked. "Are we going to talk about last night like you said?"

Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "Okay. I'm obviously not going to stop working in the case and Moriarty is insane."

I nodded. "What information do you still need?"

"Well I know one of Moriarty's snipers killed Jacobson but I need to know why. Why Jacobson?" He looked thoughtful for a moment before his head snapped up. "That's it!"

"What's it?" I asked.

"Jacobson was a new business owner. He liked having power and money and bossing people around." He explained.

I nodded. "So what are you going to do?"

"Tell the Police, obviously."

"Of course, I should have known."

"Yes you should have." Sherlock said in a slightly playful voice. I stared into his beautiful galaxy ey- wait. Not again. John Hamish Watson, thats me by the way, is NOT gay! So why did I seem to be questioning it around Sherlock at times?