Author's Note: Warning- Johnlock. Rating may or may not go up
John paced quickly through the living room, his shoulders stiff and nerves on fire. He gritted his teeth as his eyes darted over to the door.
Then he was pacing again, angry as ever.
Sherlock stepped into their flat then, his body freezing as he took in all he could gather from John. The doctor stopped his pacing and turned to stare venomously at his flat mate.
"I can explain." Sherlock said quickly as he stepped further Into the danger zone and let the door fall closed behind himself.
"Can you? Can you really, Sherlock?" John seethed, his body still as he sucked in deep, heavy breaths.
"I- yes. Although you may not appreciate the circumstances in which-"
"Bloody hell- you sodding COCK I don't give a damn about the circumstances!" John yelled, his temper flying away from him as he stormed over to Sherlock and pressed his finger accusingly into the detective's chest. "I was on a DATE, Sherlock. I specifically told you not to mess with this one- I really liked her!" John shouted as he rose up just slightly on the balls of his feet in an attempt at intimidation. It didn't work- he was still much shorter than the other man.
"Did you, though?" Sherlock asked, his eyebrows drawing in a tad dramatically.
"I-.. Of fucking course- I did. Until you scared her off, at least!" John bit back after his initial stir of bewilderment.
"Oh please, don't be so over dramatic. I didn't scare her." Sherlock droned with a roll of his eyes.
"She ran- literally RAN out of the restaurant"
"Did she, though?"
"Oh my god."
John made a move to open the door Sherlock was standing in front of but the consulting detective beat him to it and pressed his body up against the exit so John was forced to continue talking with him.
"Move, Sherlock." John warned, his hand still around the door handle as he waited for the other man to move out of his way.
"No- just listen to me. I didn't have a choice-"
"You ran up to our table covered in blood and HOLDING A SEVERED HEAD, sherlock! You were yelling at me for not answering my phone and that you needed my help and THEN- as if it hadn't been bad enough already- you threw the severed head onto her lap! There are no circumstances in which that is by any means 'okay', Sherlock!" John growled as he tried to open the door only to have Sherlock fall back into it with his full body weight.
"It was for a case, John! And I was getting tired of holding it- it's not like she had anything better to do."
"Than hold a severed head!?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Oh for god's sake- Sherlock, just move. I need some air before I strangle you." John breathed as he tried at the door again but to no avail.
"I'm afraid I can't let you walk out that door right now, John"
"And why the bloody hell not!?"
Sherlock pressed his lips together and stared down at John- the shorter of the two staring back up in angry confusion. "Well?" The doctor asked, about ready to shove Sherlock out of the way when finally the detective spoke up again.
"Because I'm concerned that you might not come back.."
John felt his heart drop at that and let go of the handle, his eyes softening as he looked into nervous blue.
"Sherlock-"
"We both know it's only a matter of time, John... Before you storm off and never come back.. Before you realize you don't need me anymore, or.. That you've had enough of me.." Sherlock said steadily. He had a wall up now and John found he didn't like that.
"I'm not going to leave you, Sherlock.. I just- you can be frustrating sometimes, you know.." John said in defeat as he took a step back from the door and into their living room.
Sherlock said nothing as he watched John move around the flat, his back still pressed against the door.
"You don't know that.." Sherlock pointed out.
John let out a brief huff of a laugh and slid his hands up to rest on his hips. "I'm pretty sure that's one of the only things I do know" John retorted with a turn to look at his flat mate.
Apprehensively, Sherlock stepped away from the door, half expecting John to make a break for it. When instead the doctor stayed right where he was, eyes still stuck wondrously on Sherlock, he felt himself relax just a little.
"I'm sorry... For ruining your date.. Won't happen again" Sherlock said stiffly, the words having to be forced from his mouth.
"Don't be- it was doomed to fall apart sooner or later, anyway." John shrugged, his weight now leaning slightly against the side of his arm chair.
Sherlock smiled at that and took a few steps closer to the doctor. "Seems to be the pattern with your girlfriends, yes.." He said, his voice it's usual low baritone as he stepped just slightly closer to the doctor.
"Watch it- I'm still bloody pissed at you for earlier." John warned with a push off from his arm chair. "Now, if you don't mind- I, will be putting my feet up and watching some crap Telly for the rest of the evening." John declared with a stretch of his back.
The day had been exhausting, after all.
"Of course" Sherlock said softly, his head turning just slightly around to peer at the closed doorway after John had began fussing around in the kitchen.
He wondered idly just how long it would be, exactly, before John realized that he was wrong.. Before he truly decided enough was enough and moved on with his life...
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