A/N-This is the first multi-chap fanfic. I intend to update it regularly. Also, because I´m in school and have school stuff to do this is being written in every free time I have and since English is not my native language I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.
Chapter 1
Sherlock pulled the collar of his coat up, protecting his neck from the cold air.
Happy couples made him sick. Every time he got out of the flat he would see it. Couples holding hands, kissing, general manifestations of affection and sometimes even marriage proposals! Every single time this happened he could not help but wonder what was going on in their minds. Love was a chemical defect, it made people vulnerable, weak, it made people distracted and, worst of all, turned them into poorly functioning individuals. They would just "fell in love", he didn´t really know how, I mean he could explain all the scientific, hormonal and psychological factors behind it but the way people just let it invade their lives and turn them into day dreaming puppets with stupid grins on their faces was way pass his knowledge.
The tall man turned away and started walking in the couple´s opposite direction. He felt his coat pocket vibrate and he reached for his phone. A text. Putting his phone back in the coat´s pocket he kept walking, fastening his pace.
He got to 221B Baker Street and headed to his flat winking at Mrs. Hudson on his way upstairs. He entered the flat.
"John! Jooohhhnnn! "
John appeared in front of him, still wearing his pajamas, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy.
"Get dressed. Lestrade texted me. We´ve got a case. "
John rubbed his eyes, making an vexed moan and raising one finger.
"Give me a minute."
His voice was still rough from sleeping. A chill went down Sherlock´s spine as John turned away to go get ready. He loved John´s voice, he loved when John was sleepy…it made him look so vulnerable, fragile and…simply perfect. What?! No! Was that…did he just thought about John that way? No, of course not! John was his friend, his flat mate. That was it! And the chill? Well it was bloody cold outside, of course! It made perfect sense.
He tried to push his coat´s collar upper failing miserably so he just kept his hands in his coat´s pockets.
"I´m ready. Let´s go. "
John was standing awkwardly, his hair still messy but he was dressed properly, already wearing his coat.
Sherlock standed by the door making a signal with his hand indicating John to go first which the shorter man did, quickly followed by the consulting detective.
Outside 221B Baker Street Sherlock walked to the edge of the pavement sticking an arm out and immediately caughting the attention of a cab driver. John was, as always, impressed with the easiness Sherlock could get them a cab in London. Bloody London!
They both got in the cab, thankful for the warmness inside the vehicle when compared to the cold morning breeze that was felt outside. Both men sat, taking the window seats and leaving the middle seat empty.
Sherlock assumed his "thinking position" like any other day but he was disturbed. He was trying hard, too hard, to brush off the thoughts he had about John that morning. He could make a mental list of reasons, explanations and excuses that would make his thoughts sound plausible , sustained by facts and explained resorting logical reasoning but, although his speech would probably convince everyone else, there was one extremely important person it was not convincing. Himself.
He looked at John from the corner of his eye and, even though the middle sit was separating, keeping a distance between the two men, Sherlock couldn´t help being suddenly aware of their proximity. The taller man could almost feel the heat of the other man´s body radiating through the space that tore the apart and colliding with his skin giving him chills and goosebumps.
John was looking outside trough the car window so Sherlock gave himself permission to look at the doctor sitting next to him. Did he also think about Sherlock that way sometimes? What way?! Sherlock was not thinking about John THAT way. They were friends! All the feelings he had towards John were purely platonic it was pimply admiration and respect. Of course he admired John! They had gone through so much together. It was perfectly normal! All his excuses didn´t, once more, convinced him completely. Also…since when did he, Sherlock Holmes the famous consulting detective, had…feelings?
The cab abruptly stopped bringing Sherlock back to reality, waking him up from his trance.
The taller man breathed in deeply and assumed his usual face of a heartless and emotionless, but still highly functioning, sociopath.
"Let´s go, Watson. We have a case to solve."
Both men headed to the crime scene. Sherlock´s mind was still trying to wipe away his thoughts. For the first time his mind was failing him horribly.