Just A Thought

By: Texmex007

A.N: I got this text from my friend, the dialogue of John, and it really touched me. I responded how Sherlock did, and I just thought this would be nice to write as a one shot. More like friendlock, but you could read it as Johnlock if so desired. Enjoy

Sherlock sprawled across the sofa, his thoughts turned to his partner sitting on the chair beside him, having spent four minutes of playing tag with their eyes. Now, he watched as John gazed out the window, his eyes furrowed into deep contemplation. After waiting for John to start talking without any headway, he finally spoke.

"John, what is it? Obviously, something is on your mind. Might as well tell me what it is."

John smiled, taking notice of Sherlock's concern. "It's just that I've come to realize something, that's all."

"Well," demanded Sherlock after a moment's pause.

"Well," continued John, "There comes a point in one's life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who won't anymore," he paused for a second, letting Sherlock soak in his words before continuing, "who always will, and in the end, you learn who is fake, who is true, and who would risk it all for you when you are in need."

Sherlock was extremely quiet as he thought about John's words. It was true-he hadn't really thought about it much-the importance of others-unless it was John. Suddenly, a sickening knot nestled itself into the very pit of his stomach as he wondered about how John felt about him. After a couple of seconds, John had turned his gaze back to the view outside.

"That is indeed true," said Sherlock almost hesitantly, "what have you deemed me to be?"

John turned his gaze back to his mate and smiled sincerely at his best friend, "You will always matter to me, Sherlock, and I know that you would risk it all for me-even if you'd like to pretend you wouldn't-because.." he grew quiet, but Sherlock could still hear him, "because I'd risk it all for you too."

John watched as Sherlock's usual sassy demeanor diminished and took on a more sober appearance. Sherlock sat up and leaned forward towards John, his eyes locked on to John, "I am honored to know how you feel about me, John." He said, his voice deep, somber, honest. "And I will, whenever I am needed."

They were quiet, looking at each other through the other's eyes, and John found himself smiling. He watched as the corner of Sherlock's mouth twitch ever so slightly-his way of smiling-before he lifted himself off the sofa and picked up his violin, silently positioning himself and starting a masterpiece that he would later dedicate to that very moment when John had told him he was always important. When he could feel their bond of friendship grow that much more.