Tanuki: First Sherlcok fic~ Too bad it had to ANGST. Hahaha, hope you all enjoy~
Note: Sherlock is not mine, otherwise the 'Gay subtext' would be more like bold print ;D
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Sherlock had never felt this before. His chest was tight, and his eyes felt as though they were burning. He'd heard this described as 'Heart ache' but he'd never experienced it for himself. Maybe that was why all of those two bit musicians wrote at least one sad song about a love lost.
It hurt.
"I don't' understand—why- why would you want me to leave?" John looked more frazzled than he felt, eyes glimmering in the light, showing nothing but hurt. "You heard me John; I no longer have use for your services." John let out a pained laugh, "No- My services? What in the bloody hell are you talking about? We've been together for almost a year now!"
Yes, they had, but a lot happened that year. John had been kidnapped, shot at, shot, almost drowned, and occasionally fallen from a building on more than one occasion ever since Moriarty found out that they were together. John would laugh it off, saying that it was 'Part of the job when you love a nutter.' But each time Sherlock would find a cryptic kidnapping note, or see John's footing slip, his heart stopped for a moment. What if he never got his John back? What if it was this fall that killed him? John was the one person in his life that he can safely say he loved. Minus his brother, but he'd never admit to liking that walrus anyway, let along loving him.
Before John had met Sherlock, his life was safe. Dreadfully boring, and dull, but safe. The Army Doctor was better off when he just wasn't near the self proclaimed sociopath. So that's why he had to do this, his heart breaking as he told his partner to pack up his things and leave. John was making this a lot harder than Sherlock had foreseen however, and he felt as though his chest was going to burst with sorrow.
His little solider was crying now, a tear making it's way down his cheek before he almost angrily scrubbed it away. He gave another short laugh. "This is some sort of cruel joke, isn't it? Come on now; let's get a laugh out of you then. Like when we took out the cabbie." John's face fell a little, eyes full of hope, "Sh-sherlock. Please. I-if you still love me, just give me a smile, a smirk, anything. Please."
Sherlock, taking a deep breath in, snapped his eyes open, and gave a cold, calculated stare, "I'm sorry my dear, but I don't. And I just can't smile."
I actually got this idea from a game from our improv club called 'Honey if you love me would you smile for me?'
You pretty much go around and awkward it up in order to get someone to smile while saying that line.
They have to say 'I'm sorry honey, I don't, and I just can't smile.' without smiling.
If they do smile, they have to go in the middle and try the line on others until someone else smiles.
I was only gotten twice, one by a friend that used MLPFIM against me, and the other used Sherlock.
I almost killed him cause I was just about to do the same xD
Enough of my lame stories though,R and R please~