The Glitter... (a Johnlock one-shot)

The Glitter...

"Come on Watson, let's go see what food they have!" "Alright, let's go take a look Sher-" John was cut off. "John! Look! There's a pile of glitter on the ground!" Sherlock knelt down to examine the glitter. "Sherlock, we have to know who did this!" "I know John, but who would do this at a football game?" Sherlock put some glitter on his hand and began walking the track searching for the culprit. "Excuse me miss, does this glitter belong to you?" The girl looked at the glitter, then she put some in her hand. "Well, is this your glitter?" John asked. The girl glared at John. "Sher-" Suddenly the girl threw the glitter at him and tackled him, sending them rolling down a small hill by the track. Sherlock chased after them. "Hey! Get away from John!" The woman hissed and ran away. John cradled himself crying. Sherlock knelt in front of John, lifting up his chin and wiping away tears. "Are you ok John?" John's eyes began to tear up even more. Sherlock smiled at John. "John, you have some glitter on your face. Let me help." Sherlock leaned in for a kiss. "Sherlock I'm not ga-" Sherlock smashed his lips onto John's. Sherlock quickly ended the kiss. "Sherlock I-" "I'm sorry John, I got caught up in the moment. I'll leave you alone." Sherlock stood up and began to walk away. "Sherlock! Wait! I-I love love you..." Sherlock turned toward John, tears in his eyes. "John, I've loved you for a thousand years." John looked up at Sherlock. "Why did you leave my wedding early?" "I left because I was hurt that you chose her over me." "I had no idea you felt that way." John stood up and ran to Sherlock and hugged him. "I'm sorry, you're the only one for me!" Sherlock kissed the top John's head. "I love you John." "I love you too." "Whats going on here!?" "Mycroft! What do you want!" "Well brother, I see you're having a moment with John." Sherlock tightened his grip on John defensively. "Leave us alone Mycroft!" Mycroft glared at John. "I thought you were straight." John dug his face in Sherlock's scarf. "Mycroft! Go away!" Suddenly Mycroft pulled John out of Sherlock's arms and pushed him, causing him to go tumbling back down the small hill. Sherlock ran after Mycroft. When out of nowhere Mary, John's ex-wife, pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at Sherlock. "JOHN IS MINE!" Sherlock froze, allowing Mycroft to get away. John slowly stood up and grabbed the gun out of her hands and he pointed it at her. "Leave us alone! I don't like you!" Mary ran away crying and John dropped the gun. "Oh my god! Sherlock, are you ok?" "John, I'm fine." Sherlock sat down in the grass, looking up at the stars. John sat next to Sherlock, following his gaze. "John, aren't the stars just gorgeous?" "Yes they are Sherlock." They smiled at each other. "I love you John." I love you too."

The End.