Home
They're sitting awkwardly in their respective seats, sipping tea. It's been precisely one week since Sherlock returned. The explanations have all been given. Anger vented. Tears shed. And now they're both left with the feeling that there's a gaping hole where all those things used to be.
Sherlock is floundering on the inside. He knows their friendship is restored. John has already forgiven. But their friendship as it was doesn't feel like enough to bridge this brand new space between them. This is not his area. He doesn't know where to begin. He speaks six languages fluently, but doesn't seem to have the vocabulary to express these thoughts to John. Feelings…such rubbish. When did he become so ordinary as to be prone to them?
Finally, John sets down his tea. He gets up and sits next to Sherlock. They stare at each other for a moment, and then without breaking eye contact, John weaves his hand through Sherlock's. His eyes dare Sherlock to deduce him to pieces. To pull away. But Sherlock doesn't. Instead, he slowly, carefully, rests his head on Johns shoulder, tucking his feet up at the same time. Their hands remain clasped. Extraordinary John, dissolving the tension without speaking a word at all.
Sherlock isn't sure what this means, but John will take care of it. Of them. He trusts John to know what to do with these feelings. They are, after all, his area of expertise. John's head tilts to rest on Sherlock's, and Sherlock's eyes close as he finally feels himself relax. Finally feels himself to be home. He reaches the only logical conclusion: before he fell, 221B was home. But something had shifted in his time away, and now, John was home.
A/N Definitely the least ambiguous Johnlock story I've ever written. Still, Sherlock's POV can definitely be restricting when writing a touchy feely little fic like this, so there's a lot of implications, and hints, but not much actual slash… just doesn't seem as realistic. I always imagine Sherlock feels deeply, but not eloquently, and definitely not boldly.
Enough of MY take, what's YOURS? Too slashy? Not Slashy enough? In character? Out of character? Review and tell me!
P.S. Last story tonight, I swear!