Sherlock and John

Seriously?

My throat clenches as I try to answer Sherlock, but my brain can come up with nothing. Not one word.

'John.' Sherlock whispers, as he hauls me up and inside, 'John, you haven't been acting like yourself since earlier. What's wrong?'

I snap.

'Whats bloody wrong? Well Sherlock, you're the AMAZING Mr Holmes, you tell me! Use that oversized brain of yours that does NOTHING useful and answer your own question! That's what you do all the time anyway. I feel so unwanted Sherlock, and it seems to me that you don't even need me. I'm stupid compared to you!' I look at him, searching his eyes for any sign of compassion.

'Everybody is stupid compared to me..'

'SHERLOCK!' I howl, 'is that all you can say to me? After everything we've been through? After all the times we've saved each other's lives? You can SEE that I'm unhappy Sherlock, so why don't you comfort me, or say something other than praising yourself?'

'I can't John.'

'You can't what?'

'I can't say something comforting. I can name all types of tobacco, I can solve a murder with my eyes closed and I can map out the streets of London in the blink of an eye.. But I can't comfort you.'

'Forget it,' I say, waving him away, 'I shouldn't of asked... and sorry about saying that stuff.. I didn't mean it.'

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'Lestrade?'

'What is it John? Sherlock on your nerves?'

'...... yes.'

'Well.. urh, we're having an office get together tonight. I'm sure nobody'll mind if you tag along.'

'Thanks Lestrade.'

'Anytime.'

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'I'm going out tonight Sherlock.' I call, as I grab my jacket from my cupboard and check my hair. i know he won't care, I once went on holiday for a weekend and he didn't notice, but I might as well tell him. 

'Sherlock?' I shout, expecting an answer.

'Where John? And for how long? And who with?'

'Jesus Sherlock, you're like an over protective girlfriend or something.'

'It's called concern John.'

'I know it is.'

'I'm just worried that you might run into our double murderer.'

'Yes, alright.'

'I'm just trying to be nice for once John.'

'And very good at it you are too.'

I run down the stairs, and walk out onto the busy London street. 

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BOOM! So readers.. how are things? :) Sorry for the amount of dialogue... but I like dialogue.. It gets you places

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