AN: This is my first Johnlock fic, so I'm so sorry. (Not really, no.)
-Jess
JOHNLOCK
The Savior
Sherlock has always preferred being alone. No one could (would) ever understand him but himself (maybe Mycroft, on certain occasions but only because he's in the same situation). People hurt the things they don't understand, they break things that are beyond their understanding and set it on fire, letting it burn to ashes until the only thing left would be black, black, black. So yes, being alone prevents being burnt, that's why he hurt people in return when they are trying to destroy him (quite unsuccessfully, though) and pushes them away from him to a safe distance. Everything's okay. And then one John Watson comes walking in and changes everything. John is a fire that provides protection and lovely heat that keeps Sherlock warm and safe. John isn't the flame that causes destruction but builds instead, the same way the flame melts metal to build various things. John understands him in a way no one else ever has, even though he isn't in Sherlock's level of intellect. John just knows what Sherlock needs and how to protect him. And as time goes by, Sherlock suddenly realizes that he is in love with one Dr. John Watson (without his permission). But the older man has been firm with his heterosexuality, and that's okay, because as long as Sherlock can love John, everything will be fine because John has saved him, anyway, and he doesn't really want to ask for more than what the doctor can offer. (No matter how much it actually hurts.)