Disclaimer: nothing mine, BBC and Conan Doyle have all the rights.
A.N. Entry for the Johnlock trope challenge, Unconscious love confession. 221B since I saw the challenge at 10:30PM. Hopefully it'll meet the requirements.
You give me fever
If Sherlock would only follow John's suggestions, or common sense, he wouldn't go on cases when he's already half-feverish. (John probably brought the flu virus home, and feels mildly guilty about it.) And certainly, he wouldn't push himself.
Since John has been banned from this case on account of mother-henning (he shouldn't have heeded Sherlock's ban, but he can tolerate only so many insults), it's really no surprise that Sherlock gets brought home by Lestrade – after having apprehended his criminal – with a fever so high he's practically delirious with it.
John is trying to maneuver Sherlock into bed, when his flatmate seems to register his presence. At least he thinks, because Sherlock calls his name a few times. He still seems out of it, though.
"You're my error, John," Sherlock mumbles. John is shocked, because what is it Sherlock deems an error? Associating with him? Being flatmates? Being friends? All of the above?
"Error?" he echoes, somewhat shakily.
" ' Course," Sherlock mumbles, "human error, John. Love."
Oh, so Sherlock doesn't regret ever meeting John. ...He loves John?
"You love me?" the doctor queries.
"Lots. Can we kiss?"
"When you're better." And you'll remember this happening and I can get the confirmation that it's to me and not some John from secondary school that you're talking in your brain.
