Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

18- A Chemists Point of View

~Sherlock~

I shrugged on my coat and flew down the stairs. Today I would reanalyse the samples taken at the latest murder and have run a background check of everyone in the forensics department at Scotland Yard. To say the least, I was excited.

Before I could leave the flat, Donna stepped out in front of the door, holding her arms out wide to block my escape.

"No you don't!" she sung with a childish grin.

"Donna what are you doing."

I sighed in annoyance.

"Sherlock, I want to talk to you, so I can either bar your exit until you decide to talk or I can make you some tea."

I rolled my eyes.

"If I do this 'talk' will you leave me alone?" I ask, rubbing my temple.

"But of course! Here, come in? Would you like some biscuits?"

I shook my head and sat down quietly at mrs hudsons table. As she made tea I sat silently.

She sat across from me and looked at me with a meaningful expression.

"Sherlock, I'm here to talk to you about John."

I raised my eyebrows at her.

"How do you feel about him Sherlock?"

I continued looking at her in bewilderment.

"Because it seems like you don't even like him. Like, you always leave him behind and you tell him to leave and I mean... it's hurting him."

"He cares about me doing that?"

"Of course he does Sherlock you bloody idiot!" She frowned at me and took a sip of his tea.

"I jut can't work well when he's there. He distracts me."

A smile creeper across her petite face.

"How so?"

Although I hardly knew Donna, the understanding and compassion in her face made me want to confide in her.

It's a fact that people are more willing to talk about personal issues with strangers.

"I can't stop looking at him or thinking about him. When he's not there I can... pretend he doesn't exist. I can focus."

She grinned and placed her hand on top of mine. I looked down at it with a frown.

"It sounds like you liiiiiiike him!" she said loudly.

"Shut up! I don't like people!"

She looked at me pointedly.

"It looks like John was never one of these 'people'. Sherlock just look at the signs."

My mind started racing. Why did I always think about him? Why did my eyes always land on him in a crowd of people? Why were his texts the only ones I looked at? Why did my heart race when he touched me, or when I though he was in danger.

I widened my eyes and stared at her.

"No..." I whispered. She clenched my hand harder.

"Sherlock I think you should tell him," she asked cautiously.

"No he's straight, he's told me that so many times."

"Than why hasn't he been on a proper date since you left? And how come the only sort of date he's been on, he sat next to you and not me?"

"I can't tell him Donna."

She patted my hand and then folded her arms, and tutted in a motherly fashion. She looked so much like Mrs Hudson.

"If you don't tell him, you'll never know if he feels the same. And maybe, you might get closure."

I slowly nodded. I would tell him. Maybe then I could stop thinking about it.

"Now go solve that bloody case. And make sure you're looking into victims who know their chemicals. As a chemist, I can say you don't learn how to make toxic gas by googling it. You need to know your science."

I nodded and slowly stood up, leaving my untouched tea behind. As I walked out of her flat I hesitated. I looked longingly at the front door before bounding up the steps.

I went up do Johns room, quietly opening his door. He looked adorable, his hair missed and his breathing slow, his arms pulled up to his chest.

"John?" I called softly.

He stirred and started mumbling, rubbing his eyes.

"Hmm? Sher... Sherlock?"

I smiled at him as he sat up to look at me though bleary eyes.

"Do you want to come to Scotland Yard with me?"

He looked me up and down, a small grin forming on his face.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I smiled at him, and he smiled back,running a hand through his tousled hair and yawning.

He was so bloody cute.

"Alright, just let me have a shower."

He pulled himself out of bed and I waited downstairs, making some bread for him and trying not to think about him showering.

I had no idea if this was a good idea or not, but I missed having him around me when I worked and this would give me the opportunity to tell him how I felt.

He walked downstairs, pulling a jumper over his wet hair. As he finally managed to pull it over his head he yawned again and then frowned.

"What on earth is that awful smell."

Suddenly, the fire alarm went off.

"Bugger!"

I pulled the burnt toast of of the toaster and waved a tea towel at the alarm as John laughed.

A startled Donna emerged through the door, but once she saw Johns hysterical laughter and me looking forlornly at my lost toast, she shrugged and left.

"John every time I try to make you breakfast something goes wrong."

He laughed and rested his hand on my arm, shooting Sparks through my body.

"It's ok, I like it burnt."

And with that we set out, I pulled my coat on for the second time this morning, John trailing behind me, loudly crunching on his... 'toast'?