I really don't know if i should keep on writing these side-notes before i you all read the stories.. it's so few of you who actually take your time reading what i have to say in my defence and all.

English still ain't my first language so you have to expect some misspelling and what not. I appreciate the corrections, i do! thats why i ask for reviews in the first place. But being degrading while reviewing is unnecessary and you only make yourself appear as a dick.

Sorry for the rant! now please enjoy the story!
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Open your eyes and see me

Chapter one - insensitivity

John sighed again as he took a sip of the hot brew from his tea cup. Sherlock had left the apartment despite the pleading for him to stay and not rush in to unnecessary danger. Of-course the detective had only answered him with a irritated "huff" and left the apartment and a very distressed John behind.

'Why doesn't he ever listen to anything i say?' John though in aggravation. Hadn't John showed the detective repeatedly that he was to be trusted in? John had only thought that if Sherlock waited for a couple of hours the culprit would show himself instead of Sherlock going to him and find himself in a trouble filled situation.

John had now waited 2 hours for Sherlock to comeback to the apartment, after contacting Lastrade of-corse. There were nothing John could really do to help his friend other then wait. He for starters didn't even know were he might have taken of to, Sherlock hadn't confided him with any of his usual theories which worried John. Had he done anything to make Sherlock distrust him? He didn't thinks so, but now again the detective had a very curious way of thinking.

John sighed again and started making his way up to his room. As he was about to step in to his room though, a very wet and hurt Sherlock fell down towards the floor from the outdoors opening. John rushed down the stairs and fell aggravated to his knees beside the hurt detective, looking for signs of bleeding cuts or gunshots.

"Sherlock? Sherlock do you hear me? Please answer! Please!" John begged as he felt tears threatened to fall any second now. John heard a groan as a sign that the man would be alright. He laughed in relief and tried to move the hurt man before him.

"Come on now, help me a little, i'm not as strong as i used to be!" John said while trying to hoist the man to stand. Sherlock groaned again as he felt himself being pulled upwards and led to the couch to get his wounds treated.

John sighed and looked down to the foolish man before him. 'What should i do with you Sherlock? what will i have to say for you to realise how stubborn and hurtful your actions really are?' John thought as he started treating the wounds.

"...J-John..." Sherlock groaned as John disinfected the wounds with alcohol.

"Shh, it'll be over soon. You know i have to disinfect it them.." John said softly smiling a little as he saw the displeasure on the detectives face and the lack of back talk. As John finished treated the wounds he bandaged the detective up and stood up to leave the now treated man to sleep. As he stood though his wrist was grabbed and he looked down to see a sad look on the usually unexpressive man's face.

"I'm sorry... should have listened.." He said before falling into a unconscious sleep. John smiled as the tears fell down his cheeks.

"What should i do with you Sherlock Holmes?" John said voicing out his earlier thoughts as he kissed the forehead and left to his own room to sleep.

_ next day_

John woke up to the sound of a shrieking lady down stairs. It sounded as Mrs. Hudson had found something she once again was displeased with, and had chosen a very loud way to make it known. John stood up to dress and as soon as he finished, he made his way down stairs to see what the now nearly healed detective could have done to make their landlord feel the need to scold them.

As he got downstairs though he found a scene he hadn't expected. There before him stood a blushing Sherlock Holmes with a frying pan and a broken tea pot on the floor and a irritated looking landlord pointing her finger before him as he got scolded.

"What's going on here?" John said and they both stopped their current argument.

"Oh my dear! it wasn't my intention to wake you up! i was a little loud wasn't i.. my oh my.." Mrs. Hudson said looking guilty towards John.

"It's alright Mrs. Hudson, but why are you two arguing anyway?" John said looking between the two adults who turned their gazes back toward each other, starting the bicker again.

"Now, now no need for that!" John said as he stepped in between the two adults. The two of them huffed in irritation and Mrs. Hudson had taken to sit down on the couch while Sherlock decided to take his usual place on his favourite armchair.

"He broke my finest china! and on top of that, tried to burn down the whole house! i swear some day Sherlock Holmes you will be the death of me!" She screamed from her place on the couch and stared at him with fire in her eyes.

"That is ridiculous! I only tried to make breakfast and that stupid stove startled me! i didn't notice that idiotic piece of porcelain behind myself, it weren't my intention to break it!" He screamed right back at her and with a huff she left the apartment and banged the door after her.

"Really Sherlock? Was it necessary to make Mrs. Hudson upset? You should have apologised, she entrusted us with one of her china and you broke it." John said as he started to pick up the broken pieces.

"It's just a old pot! It can easily be replaced! i don't see the problem." John looked up to see a furious looking Sherlock.

"It's not the pot that is the problem Sherlock." John said as he stood up to trow the broken pot away, John didn't understand how a so brilliant mind could be so dense sometimes. Sighing, John walked to the window to see todays weather to see if he could talk a walk to buy a new pot before the evening without being wet or blown away by Mother Nature.

"Then please enlighten me John, why you two make such a fuss over something that doesn't even matter!" Sherlock said now livid at the doctors easy going attitude.

"Oh shut up will you?" John said now angry with Sherlocks insensitivity. He knew that the detective usually was to proud to see himself be wrong but really? This was taking the price and John was hurt by the way he was being treated at the moment, like the enemy.

Sherlock just stood there with a half opened mouth, it looked like he had been on the way to start yet another defensive response but cut of by now a offend Watson.

" Y-You utter fool! You insensitive bastard! How do you know Mrs. Hudson isn't heart broken over her china being broken? She maybe treasured it like you treasure that scull of yours! You don't get entrusted with someone else's possession and then go break like it doesn't matter without apologising! A-And what's up with the cooking?! Why do you suddenly feel the urge to use the stove for something other then for one of your crazy experiment, Of-course she would be worried! I'm worried! When you got home yesterday i-i.. " John stopped as he started sobbing. John had repressed the urge to kick the detectives arse for yesterdays scare after he had apologised, but with the way Sherlock was acting he just wanted to make him feel the hurt he had felt, being left out on information and neglected.

Sherlock stood frozen in place, his mind going in overdrive. How could he have missed such delicate information. Of-course that was the reason for their anger, he really needed to apologise for his rudeness, though now wasn't the time. Sherlock rushed to John's side, not really knowing what to do. He had hurt John...his John..

"..I-i'm really sorry John.. it wasn't my intention to hurt you.. i know i acted unreasonably ..it was indeed foolish as you so kindly put it.. i.. i was wrong.." Sherlock said as he had gathered the crying doctor in a tight embrace. John had stopped his sobbing as the taller man had spoken so softly while embracing him. He felt himself flush and looked up to find a sad looking detective looking down at him.

"Don't ever do that again.." John said to the detective, who nodded while stepping out of the embrace. John breathed out to collect himself after the sudden emotion rush.

"You know, if you'd wanted breakfast why didn't you just ask Mrs. Hudson like you usually do?" John asked opened the fridge to see if he could fix lunch for the two, since there was a little late to start breakfast now.

"I wanted to.. apologise for my actions yesterday.." Sherlock said while looking out the window.. and was that a blush he could see?

"You.. wanted to make me breakfast?.." John asked shocked. The detective just nodded and refused to make eye contact. John chuckled a little at first and then started laughing while Sherlock looked confused not knowing if he should be insulted ...

"Tha-hehe.. That's.. hahaha.. really thoughtful..." John got out between chuckles and smiled kindly at the detective who was blushing like mad. Sherlock excused himself and made his way down stairs. John was just finished with lunch an hour later to find Sherlock with a new bought pot and some milk.

"... i went and bought a new pot... after apologising to Mrs. Hudson of-course.." Sherlock said as he rubbed the back of his head looking nervous. John smiled brightly at the detectives and accepted the pot to make some tea.

"Thank you, Sherlock" John said and saw the detective relax and return the smile. Finally they could put the past actions behind them and look toward the future.. which would prove to be interesting, indeed..

Okay so as i wrote i though about making this in to a reeeeally long slash thing but i'm a bit sadistic i guess haha!

no not really but yeah! this isn't going to be a very long story since i want to focus more on my others but we will see how far it will progress! please leave a review and ill see what i can do! - Leonard Berch