Disclaimer I own nothing Sherlock and John belong to Sir ACD and the BBC meaning Moffett which I regret every day and The song 'forever yours' is Alex Day's he is brilliant and his music is amazing but it is also not mine.
Chapter 1: Forever Yours
John is quiet….
The thought struck Sherlock suddenly. John doesn't snore, sing in the shower or play the telly too loud he just exists, well that was the case before 'the incident' as it has come to be known, now when Sherlock comes home John will often have the telly on or be playing music to fill the silence. Ever since that time, John hates having the flat quiet.
On this particular day when Sherlock returned home to Baker Street, he stopped at the foot of the stairs and listened to the loud music floating down the stairs for a moment, unable to make out the words Sherlock climbed the stairs. The door to 221B was sitting open displaying John sprawled out on the couch singing along (surprisingly in key, I didn't know John could sing) that's when Sherlock caught the lyrics sung by the oblivious army doctor…
"Remember the time when we stole the whole day?
And nobody knows it; we took it away
And it will be forever mine
And it will be forever yours
Now we own the night and it can't be undone
We'll never forget how it feels to be young…"
Then his voice cracked and Sherlock saw the tears running down John's face.
"Oh, John," Sherlock said absently not quite registering that he said it aloud. At this John's head snapped up hastily wiping his eyes before Sherlock could tell him that sentiment is a weakness.
Turning, John greets Sherlock with a, "How was The Work at Bart's today?"
Ignoring the question Sherlock studies John looking for injury finding none Sherlock moves on to (attempt to) deduce John's emotional state but John was just smiling at him, tears still streaming down his face, Sherlock was once again confused by his flat mate as he could see nothing wrong he admitted defeat and queried, "What's wrong John?"
For a moment, John's smile faltered before he answered, "Nothing I'm fine Sherlock don't worry."
Sherlock glared at him before snapping,"No you're not fine you were crying," but it didn't have the sting it normally would.
"Sherlock I'm okay I promise…"
"No you're not 'okay' if you were you wouldn't still be crying!" Sherlock tried quoting with his hands.
Shocked John reached up to touch his face and horrified John's fingers came away tear stained. Eyes widening and smile dropping John shot off the couch moving to bolt up the stairs to his room since Sherlock was still blocking the other exit. Sherlock seeing what John was about to do tackled him.
"Why are you upset?" growled Sherlock far too close to John's face.
"It's nothing just let me up," John mumbled tearily knowing that not much more pushing and he would break, telling Sherlock everything both verbally and non-verbally. They both knew somewhere in their minds that if John talked nothing could ever be the same.
"John Hamish Watson tell me what's wrong!" and that was it. John's defenses crumbled and his mouth opened unwarranted and began to speak.
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