Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

12- Clean Flat

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-John-

It took me a while to shake off the haze of sleep and open my eyes. Bright light flitted in through the curtains, and burnt like acid on my corneas.

I smiled and turned in the blanket to look at Sherlock.

He wasn't there.

I could feel my mood drop in a matter of seconds. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly, terribly wrong. As I sat up and rubbed my eyes I froze.

The apartment was empty.

The table was cleared. There was no evidence that there was ever any weird experiments conducted. The coffee table was bare of papers, the smiley face had been scrubbed off the wall.

The mind map he had constructed over one wall, all of the case photos- gone. The coat rack was empty.

In shock, I stumbled into the kitchen. The benches were clean.

My breath quickened and I could feel my heart start to pound. It was as if Sherlock had never existed.

Stumbling into his room I found his sheets pulled up neatly and his floors were bare of any of the usual haphazard clothes.

I could feel my hands start to shake as I called his number. There was no reply.

I ran down the stairs and banged furiously at mrs Hudson's door.

A bleary eyed, robe clad Mrs Hudson emerged.

'Oh John... good morning dear, what could you possibly want this early in the morning?'

I tried my best to smile apologetically at her.

'Well uh, it's Sherlock, you see, have you seen him?'

'No, no I don't think so why? her eyes were rimmed with concern.

'Everything's gone. The flat, it's... well it's clean and I... I don't... Mrs Hudson he is gone. He is gone,' I stammered.

Donna walked over to us, her gaze clouded in curiosity.

'Donna, put the kettle on. Im going upstairs to see for myself.'

Mrs Hudson broke her stern speech with a soft smile and a gentle pay on my arm.

'I'm sure it's alright John. He's probably just out.'

I sat gingerly at the small table as Donna eyed me. I put my head in my hands. Was this all a dream? Did he never come back? Was it all in my mind? Did he really care that little that he would just... leave me?

I was disrupted from my thoughts by a hot cup of tea being placed in front of me. Donnas gaze was scrutinizing.

'Why does it bother you so much? Haven't you been through this before? God you're acting like a... like a jealous lover!'

Anger bubbles through me as I pierced her with a harsh glare.

'Goddamn it! You don't understand. He was supposed to be here! After everything... I thought he cared about me.'

Surprised, she took a minute before she smiled at me, extending her hand to lay on top of mine.

'He does care about you John. I can see it. I didn't realize how much you cared for him, that's all.'

I looked at her, her eyes wrinkled with worry and her small, sensitive smile. I decided to trust her.

'I do care for him. More than he knows. And I can't lose him again Donna, I need him.'

Her hand tightened on mine, her back straightening. Her clear eyes locked on a figure behind me.

I swiveled around to see Sherlock, hair mussed and dotted lightly with snow. He was staring at me, his eyes darkened. I heard a small gasp from Mrs Hudson as she spotted him.

'Sherlock dear, I am always at you about cleaning up but isn't that a bit... excessive?'

His eyes didn't leave mine as he answered her.

'Thought it would make John happy. He keeps saying its 'unhygienic' although I highly disagree.'

I awkwardly stood up.

'Well boys let me know if you need anything, I'm going back to bed,' huffed Mrs Hudson.

As we went upstairs, Sherlock would not meet my eyes.

When we reached the apartment, Sherlock closed the door behind him hesitantly and turned to me.

'This was supposed to make you happy John. Im sorry.'

He opened his coat and pulled a paper bag out of one of the inside pockets. He held it out to me.

'I brought you breakfast.'

I reached out to grab the bag from him. I stood, holding the bag, unsure of what to do.

'I heard everything you said John,' he continued. I could feel a hot blush creeping up my face.

Before I could register what was happening, he grabbed one of my hands and held it with both of his, sending tingles through my body. My gaze snapped to his and my face grew redder.

'I promise I will not leave you again John. I promise.'

A small smile tugged at my lips as I looked at him. Sherlocks phone beeped and he dropped my hands to frantically check it.

'Lestrade' he whispered, and ran out the door.

'So much for not bloody leaving me,' I grumbled, grabbing my coat. It was going to be a long day.