Because I Love You- Johnlock

Apologies- 1

(Prologue)

Love isn't real. It's merely a construct based on preferences and ideals that were made when you were a child. At least that's what Sherlock Holmes thought. Love isn't complicated like people lead you to believe. Its sheerly attraction you have for another. But Mr.Holmes wasn't about to waste time on rubbish like this.

As children, Mycroft had always told him never to get attached. "Caring is a disadvantage." After William had lost his only friend, Redbeard, he believed his brother. He distanced himself from others. Everyone knew he was an emotionless, sociopath, not caring about anyone or anything; that is until he met John Watson.

(John's POV)

John was finally getting over what happened to Mary. It was wrong blaming Sherlock for it, she saved him. Even if it did cost the lives of her and their unborn baby. John was almost a dad, and he didn't know if he could ever fully comprehend that.

He rolled over in bed to check the time. 5:00 am. John always had trouble sleeping, so he would go downstairs and make tea most early mornings. And today was no exception. The flat was cold and dark, and the street outside was completely silent. That was odd, Baker Street was never silent. John was used to the sirens that would go by, soon followed by Sherlock's head popping up from whatever he was doing and giving a genuine smile. His eyes would almost sparkle once he deduced the reason for the police to be driving by.

John remembered back a few months ago when he heard said sirens pass by the flat at high speeds. Sherlock had been deep in thought when suddenly his eyes flew open.

'Those eyes,' John thought. He could get lost in the galaxies they held. The way they would glow when they made eye contact. John would always get goosebumps and hear his heart hammering against his chest. He lived for those moments, it lets him see the human in Sherlock. And what a beautiful human he was.

But John was not gay.

He just admired the man and his brilliance.

John took a sip of his warm tea when he heard a familiar deep voice come up behind him.

"Hello, John. Up for some of your early morning tea, I see." John felt shivers run through his spine from hearing the other man's voice, nearly causing him to drop his cup.

"Uh, yeah- yeah. You're up early, bad dream?" He joked. Sherlock let out a soft chuckle, showing some of the human in him. This caused John's heart to skip a beat, leaving him to quickly compose himself. His tongue softly slid over his bottom lip and he ran his hand through his blonde hair. The taller man seemed a little shaken up because of this but tried to remain composed.

"Sherlock, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," John took a few steps forward until they were face to face. He took in a sharp breath and looked around the dark flat, trying to find something to focus on, instead of the detective. This did not work, as he just stood there not saying a word and gazing into the other man's eyes. Sherlock decided to break the silence.

"What is it, John?" He asked softly, which snapped John back to reality.

"O-oh yes. Sorry. Uh, I wanted to apologize. I blamed you for Mary's death, which was incredibly wrong of me." There was another long pause before John spoke without thinking.

"You just- you mean so much to me and- and I realized that I need you. I need you in my life. Honestly, you're the best and just- the wisest man I have ever met in my life. I- I want you more than anything, Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock's face turned a pale shade of red and made a face John had never seen anyone make before. What he had said finally hit him a few seconds later.

"I mean, Uh. You- you are a great friend and you-" Sherlock pulled him into a passionate, tight hug. John flinched in surprise, he was afraid Sherlock would feel his heart pounding on his chest. They pulled away from each other, both wishing the moment could last a little longer.

Sherlock flashed John a soft smile, showing he forgave the shorter man.

"Well," Sherlock started, "Lestrade called me a few minutes ago, two killed, one not found. I told him I would come by later, but we could go now if you want," John gave out a short laugh.

"You know, I need my blogger," Sherlock added with an amused grin. The other man gave him a playful smile back while setting down his tea.

Holmes and Watson made their way out of the flat, smiles on their faces and each other on their minds. 

A/N

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic. I have always loved Johnlock and wanted to write a fic so here it is! Thank you so much for reading. I'll attempt to post every weekend, so let's get started! :)

Co-writer: @Gee_note_Way (go check out her MCR Danger Days fic)