Just another little thing I thought up while reading other fanfic.
I don't own Sherlock.
I was alone in the world.
Abandoned by those who where meant to care.
Mum, dad, brother.
Family.
Freak, that's what they called me.
That's what I started to believe I was.
I was clever, a genius some would say
But who'd have ever thought I hated it?
Who'd have ever thought the great Sherlock Holmes would want to be normal?
No one understood, no one bothered to try.
I worked alone, even when I was with people.
Lived alone even with Mrs Hudson.
I was alone. Always.
Then came a men.
Unlike any other I knew,
A flatmate I needed, a best friend I found.
John Watson.
I felt feelings for the first time.
Feelings other then loneliness.
I felt happy, content.
But you hear what people say.
How friendship can bloom.
And so it did.
I fell in love.
Can you believe it?
I fell for a man.
I was confused and lost.
What was I meant to do?
Do you tell them you love them?
Do you hide how you feel and hurt?
But hurting felt good, I then knew I was human.
We were alone on a case.
It all happened so fast.
John looked at me, I caught him and he blushed.
I asked him why, he say not to worry.
But I did... And I'm so glad I did.
I love you Sherlock.
Those where his words.
I felt my heart in my mouth.
I jumped in to his arms.
My lips where on his before he could speak.
I love you John was my reply.
I'm glad now the people who didn't brother.
For not caring and not trying.
I'm glad I am who I am.
For if I wasn't I wouldn't have John.
I went from being alone,
to having someone to love.
I know how what it means to be human.
And I no longer think I'm a freak.
No longer am I alienated by the people around.
I am happy.
I am in love.
Yeah ok its not amazing, but I guess it shows that what Sherlock is always wanting to say.
Maybe not so much the loving John bit, but we all know it should happen! :)
Thanks :')