Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

17- Sherlocks Anger

~John~

At three in the morning, I was awoken by a banging. Rubbing my eyes and pulling on my slippers, I stumbled downstairs to see what was going on.

Sherlock was stomping around downstairs, his shirt buttoned crookedly and untucked. His pants and shoes had a small layer of mud at the bottoms, which he was trailing around the house. His hair was wild and knotty.

'Sherlock?' I asked.

He did not reply. Hesitantly, I moved to stand in front of him.

'Sherlock,' I said louder this time. His hollow eyes were focused on the wall behind me.

Suddenly, I grew angry. If Sherlock didnt stop worrying about this, and didn't stop starving himself of sleep and food he was gonna end up dead himself.

I turned around and started tearing the mind map off the wall. Within an instant, Sherlock was shouting. Not just normal shouting, he was swearing, screaming at me.

My arms froze and I turned around. His eyes locked on mine.

'What the bloody fuck do you think you're doing John! You're being a disrespectful, attention seeking piece of shit!'

I stepped back, so my back was against the wall. Id never seen Sherlock yelling, not like this. The things he was saying to me hit me like a truck. I was hurt, and as he continued to swear at me and try to put his stupid mind map back up, I could feel myself panting and silent tears ran down my face.

Sherlock turned around to face me again, but before he could open his mouth, I hit him, square across the jaw. He stumbled back, holding his face.

'Is that the way you really feel about me Sherlock? Is that why you don't want me near you anymore? Is that why you haven't talked to me in two weeks?' I asked, hurt.

Sherlock looked at me frantically for a second, before grabbing me by the collar and slamming me against the wall.

'John I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those things.'

His eyes were apologetic and desperate.

I suddenly realized how close we were standing. Sherlocks body was pressed against mine, and I could feel the coolness of his skin under his clothes. He had one arm holding my shirt and another resting on the wall behind me. His head was so close down on mine that I could reach up and kiss him. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate, and my cheeks grow red.

'John I'm so sorry, please I can't lose you I'm so sorry,' he croaked.

Slowly, I moved my arms around his back and held him, feeling his body tremble under my touch.

'Sherlock it's ok. But you wouldn't be acting like this if you were sleeping and eating,' I said softly.

'John...' he muttered defiantly.

'When was the last night you slept?'

'That night with you?'

'Sherlock that was ages ago! How are you still alive! How do you think you'll solve the case if you're dead.'

A small smile tugged at his lips. his hand moved from my chest to the side of my face.

His eyes grew serious on mine.

'John I can't sleep anymore.'

'But you slept that other night?'

He sighed.

'Because I was with you.'

I thought about my response.

'Sherlock, lets go get you some food, and then we can come back here and sleep together.'

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

'No...no that's not what I...' I trailed off blushing.

Sherlock laughed.

'Alright John, but I wouldn't mind either way.'

My eyes met his in surprise. He had a sad smile on his face.

He leant his face down toward mine, and my heart sped up. I could feel my knee start to shake and he tilted up my chin.

I closed my eyes in anticipation and felt his lips, light as a feather, press a gentle kiss into my cheek.

When I opened my eyes he was looking down sadly, moving away from me.

Quickly, I grabbed his hand. His eyes snapped up to mine curiously. I smiled at him, and all traces of sadness left his face.

'Lets go to McDonald's.'

He scrunched his face up.

'Where else is open at this time?'

With a sigh, he complied, and half an hour later we were back at home and in my room.

'I thought we could sleep here... cuz you're room is really gross.'

He chuckled lightly. I fidgeted with my hands as I watched him.

He'd changed into sweatpants, and taken off his shirt and shoes. I found my gaze flickering to his pale, tones chest.

He looked at me bashfully before sitting on my bed and curling up in a ball, facing the wall. I lay beside him, staring at the ceiling.

'John?' he asked gingerly.

'Yes Sherlock?' I said softly.

'Would you mind... I mean... would it be weird if I touched you? Not like... Just... I want to...'

'It's ok sherlock.'

He rolled over and looked at me before draping his arm around me and pulling me to him, his face pressed against the side of my head. I rolled into him, marveling at how perfectly our bodies fit together.

'Goodnight Sherlock' I said softly, but he was already asleep.