Deducing Love (Johnlock Fanfiction)

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Hey people! This will be in P. O. V. from John or Sherlocks' perspectives. OmgIshipthemsomuchfluff!!!!!

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Sherlock

I watched as he kneeled at the cold gravestone. My cold gravestone, which I am not under. The man I had always loved. I wanted to run out and kiss him. He was the first one I loved since my childhood.

I wanted to run my hand through his hair, to smell his scent again. I just wanted to let him know that I was there. That I love him.

A bit before the "fall" I learned how to feel again, how to love, and how to be human. Stupid sentiment. Tears streamed down my face as he pleaded for me to live again.

I felt my heart break. (metaphorically) (A/N Too soon for his sass?)

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John

I knelt in front of Sherlock's grave. Warm tears streamed down my face. I had one wish. That he knew... I love him.

All his criticism, arrogance, and even insults. I missed him more then anyone in the world.

"You... you told me once that you weren't a hero. Umm, there were times I didn't even think you were human, but let me tell you this..." I sobbed.

"You were the best man, and the most human, human being that I've ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie. That's so. There. I was so alone, and I owe you so much, but, please, there's just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock... for me."

Tears streamed down my face and onto his grave. "Don't... be... dead. Would you, just for me, just stop it? Stop this."

I knew no reply would come. I buried my face in my hands and just sobbed, I didn't care who came, who saw me.

All I want was to see is Sherlock again. His beautiful dark curls, his prominent cheekbones, his dark blue scarf, his collar turned up against the wind...

I felt a hand on my arm, and a figure kneel beside me.

"I'm sorry John."

No... it couldn't be... Sherlock?

No... Sherlock is... well it's probably my therapist coming to help me. I just don't care anymore, I'm nothing without Sherlock.

"John. It breaks my heart to see you like this." I felt an arm go around me. I felt... safe. I didn't know why.

As much as I knew the disappointment would hurt, I decided to see who was helping me.

"John..." He whispered.

I found his green-blue eyes, pupils were dilated? He was breathing quickly, and he was sweating, in this cold weather?

"Sherlock..." I had just deducted Sherlock Holmes.

"John. I've wanted to tell you this, everyday since I realized it." Sherlock grabbed my hand, looking into my eyes. I felt chills go down my spine.

"John Watson. I am in love with you." I was overjoyed. Speechless. Blush crept up my cheeks.

"You might not be homosexual, but I thought I should tell you and..." He trailed away.

"You fell."

"I did."

"You were dead."

"Was I really?"

"I buried you."

"Well I'm here aren't I?"

"Sherlock Holmes. You left me here, I was nobody without you!" I exclaimed.

"I'VE CRIED OVER YOU EVERYDAY AND YOU'VE BEEN ALIVE ALL THIS TIME??!!?!?!!?" I screamed at him, standing up.

Sherlock stood up with me, I could see tears swimming in his eyes, I noticed tear stains on his cheeks.

"I ALMOST KILLED MYSELF I WAS SO DEPRESSED!!" I screamed at him.

I grabbed his scarf and pulled back my fist. Sherlock cowered and closed his eyes like a scared puppy.

I pulled him forwards by his scarf and kissed him. I didn't know what made me do it but I did.

Sherlock pulled back away in surprise, before leaning in and kissing me, I melted into his lips.

I could smell his scent. It was comforting. I ran my fingers through his tangled curls, as he had one hand on the back of my neck, and on on my back.

His bow-lips were soft, and sweet. He... tasted nice? I don't know, all I knew that moment, is that the man I love was with me, and we were kissing.

I placed one hand on his back and pulled us closer, as close as possible. He deepened the kiss.

After a long time, we broke apart, for breath was needed.

"I love you too Sherlock." I whispered as he placed his arms around me. I snuggled into the crook of his neck.

He was mine, and I was his. We were, as I came up with (But don't tell Sherlock) Sherlocked.

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A/N

Aren't I punny? I'm so sorry. I get carried away. And no one stops me. I hope you liked this.

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The Queen™

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