Sherlock's Nonexistent Heart
A/N: My first Sherlock fanfic, wrote while watching The Great Game.
Sherlock feels.
We can see the emotion on his face in the Great Game, when the old lady dies and when he see's John walk around that corner at the swimming pool and for a spilt seconds thinks he may have been the bomber.
So while watching the Great Game, this came to mind. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Sherlock did not have a heart.
If he had a heart that would mean Sherlock had a weakness, and Sherlock could not have weaknesses.
But just because he didn't have a heart did not mean he couldn't feel, oh he could feel, he felt everything... Sherlock just never showed that he could feel.
No one knew and no one could ever know, not even the one man who was responsible for making Sherlock feel.
Sherlock spent every day with John, and everyday John surprised him and surprising Sherlock was not something that just anyone could do, every time John surprised Sherlock he felt more and more and one day without Sherlock realizing it (which of course never happened and he will never admit to it... ever) he felt love for this man.
Sherlock of course had never been in love or loved anyone or anything before so it had taken him awhile to diagnose the symptom's (he goggled it, he will not admit that either) and the result was love... apparently
It had been many years since he first realised he feft love for his doctor, and every minute of every day Sherlock loved him and every minute of everyday John never knew the love the other man felt.
Sherlock often thought to himself (he used to believe that he was the only one worth talking to, besides his skull).
Moriarty was right he did have a heart he just wasn't in possession of it.
John was.
A/N: Thank you for taking the time and reading my little story.