Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to own the lovely Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, I do not. All credit to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and of course the lovely BBC

Bases: JohnLock

Characters: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson

Title: Human Error

Songs that influences this: "Say Something" by A Great Big World, Bug in a web (CVPELLV remix) by CallmeKAT


Simply a human error. What a foolish mistake to make and by god was he paying for it. Two years gone and now look what he had come back to. John, gone in a blink of an eye, whipped up from his hands, stolen by a woman.

Human error.

His own foolish mistake.

He risked his life for the one man he cared about, the one man that he had planned to keep safe and close to his heart. Oh that heart, what a foolish heart it was. Now here he was staring at what should have been a beautiful sight, his best friend about to propose to his new found love and all Sherlock could do was stare on in upset.

He pronounced himself though, not the way he should have but the hits he received from John proved to him that John still cared even though John punched him pretty hard.

Sherlock stood in the lounge, staring out the window as the rain came down like cold needles on the skin. A deep sigh, the feeling of depression seemed to cloak him. Bloody emotions, he had no time for them. Sherlock Holmes had finally felt every reeling emotion and all because of one man.

He scolded himself silently and turned to see John in the doorway. Sherlock gulped, those green-blue eyes locked on the man who changed his life for the better. "John…" He managed one word, the name of the man he had fallen for. His eyes then trailed down to the left hand of John's, there the wedding ring sat and there was that pang of hurt that followed every time he saw it.

John watched his friend carefully, noting his every deducting look that grazed over John before their eyes met once more. "Mrs Hudson called, you haven't said anything for days, haven't taken a single case…." He gestured to the empty wall above the sofa, "Nothing."

Sherlock clenched his jaw, his fingers curled into fists in order to calm himself, "I haven't… none of them have been…" He shrugged a little, "I miss my blogger I suppose?" He tried to sound casual, tried to sound as if he didn't care, that he no longer needed the support of the one man that made him see the reason to love.

His friend narrowed his eyes at Sherlock, he could see something else was there, something else that Sherlock had to say. "Miss me? Sherlock you don't need me…"

"And you said nothing would change!" Sherlock bit back before realising his mistake and lowering his head and turned back to the window. "You said that I was your best friend, you said this… us, was never going to change," He shook his head and closed his eyes, "He told me not to get involved…" Sherlock whispered softly.

The ex army doctor just caught the last sentence and raised a brow, "Involved? Who said not to… get involved?" He was confused, but then wasn't he? The detective wished it had not come to this, wished that he didn't have to ruin so much in order to tell John. He slowly turned to him, that innocent look in his eyes, "John there is something I need to tell you, something I should have said before…"

"That you, don't have friends, you only have one?" John queried and chuckled a little which soon faded when he noted the look on Sherlock's face. "And I'm wrong about… that…" he shifted his weight to the other foot and tilted his head slightly at Sherlock.

"Mycroft told me not to get involved. With you." He removed a hand from his trouser pocket and then gestured to John, "Told me it was human error, even I said it was human error," He scoffed and ran his free hand through his darkened curls.

"Love is a vicious motivator, assumed that it was a dangerous advantage, a chemical defect… human error," Sherlock paused and hitched a breath; his eyes never once left John. On the other hand John stood there a little confused, Sherlock never spoke of love. "And you were the final proof," Sherlock smiled at him a little.

"I did say it wouldn't change anything. I'm here now, I'm always here," He was confused, more so than he had wanted to be. "What are you trying to tell me?" Just ask him up front, no riddles, no lies, nothing. John and Sherlock, working things out.

The clock was ticking, it was now or never. Sherlock gulped and bit his lips a little. the words of Mary ringing out.

You don't tell him. You never tell him how you feel about him.

That wasn't fair Mary Watson, you stole the one man he wanted for himself for the rest of the days he was still standing. "John there is something I should say. It was something I have wanted to say for so long now," He stepped a little closer both hands now out of pockets and eyes on John the whole time.

"You, it was always you. John Watson you keep me right," He pressed his hands together, fingertips pointed towards the one man he had risked his life for. "It was all but a magic trick, for myself, to disguise how I really felt."

John could feel his heart pump so hard that he honestly believed it would pierce though his chest. It hurt, but there was a little he could do or say now could he? He knew what was coming and in all honesty he was glad he didn't have to deny it any more.

"I didn't want to get involved, brother warned me, my morals warned me and yet here I am. Standing before you telling you…" Sherlock gulped, the next few words would change their lives for good.

"I love you…"

John felt his legs attempt to collapse beneath his weight when he heard those words. How could he? Sherlock didn't love and yet it seemed he did.

"Human error," John repeated as he stared at Sherlock, "That's why Moriarty lived, because you…" He stole a trembled breath, unable to feel his body, feel the flutter in his heart beat. How, why? So many questions but there were one that rest in his mind. How had he missed this?

Sherlock could see he was thinking, he didn't want to ruin the one thing John had found on his own, his own little life with Mary but Sherlock was and always will be a selfish man. "John?" The silence hanging over them was painful.

John let a small smile slip across his lips, "Bloody hell Sherlock, where did we go wrong?" The pair began to laugh but then, that one look they shared in that very moment. Sherlock found himself heading straight for John who in return was doing the same.

Once in reach, arms entangled around a body, lips caressed the others with such passionate want for each other. It was always just the two of them against the rest of the world and no one was going to tell them any different.

'I'm not gay' John always protested. He never looked at a man, never even dreamed of it until now, with Sherlock.

John's fingers tangled in those messy curls of Sherlock's, inhaling sharply as their tongues sought each other out. Sherlock's hands grasped at John's waist, finding the need to pin him but it seemed John had more to show than just what was hidden on the surface.

John found the confidence to push him down onto the sofa, to truly prove how he felt for Sherlock and by god was it a dream he thought would be left to die with the other dreams he had in life. This was all so real, all too much to process but he was soon enough processing it when Sherlock's hands grasped his shoulders and parted lips. "J-John…" Sherlock spoke softly.

John stared down at him, a look of shock on his face, "Sherlock, I'm so sorry…" He moved to sit up but Sherlock caught his shirt in slender fingers and hauled him back to him, "N-No, don't go. I was enjoying that."

For the first time in Sherlock's life, after everything he had suffered for John, believing he had lost him to some woman who was a psychopath, he finally felt at ease.

John finally knew how he felt and was glad that he was so accepting of it. For now it would be their little secret and he was happy to have made a human error like this.

Funny thing, the human brain, you never knew when it was going to choose to do something crazy like falling love.