Chapter one:
It was that day, that one day that everything changed. The day Sherlock died. It was a warm summers night when John first met Sherlock. He was at St. Bart's doing one of his strange experiments, John will admit he fancied Sherlock about 2 weeks after they met. "John!" Sherlock called across the flat, "What!" John screamed in return usually he doesn't listen when Sherlock speaks it usually just to show off but this time it seemed important. "JOHN!" Sherlock screamed John herd it in his voice fright. He ran from his room down the stairs into the living room to see Sherlock laying on the floor with one arm draped around his stomach. "John I don't know what's happening to me" Sherlock looked up to focus on John's face. "Tell me what's wrong!" John shouted kneeling down so he was over top of Sherlock, as his eyes closed. "SHERLOCK SHERLOCK!" John was screaming and shaking Sherlock begging for him to wake up. Sherlock gasped and opened his eyes panting for breath. "W-what happened? Sherlock asked still breathless. John already knew what happened. Drug withdraw. Sherlock was clean but he would have reactions every once in awhile. "Shhhh it's okay" John reinsured Sherlock rubbing his chest. " I herd some noise are you boys oka-oh dear I'm sorry!" Mrs. Hudson stared at the two boys on the floor with wide eyes. " I didn't know you guys were- um". John looked down to find of course Sherlock was still in between his legs. "No Mrs-Hudson were not -we're not um yea" John rubbed the back of his neck his face going bright red as a blush spread across his cheeks. John watched Mrs. Hudson leave before he rolled off of Sherlock to lay beside him on the floor. "God that was embarrassing" John sighed dramatically. "Not really" the next thing that came out Sherlock didn't even think about "I didn't mind it I actually quite enjoyed it" a smirk crossed his face. "What!?" John sat up with wide eyes "did you just hit on me?". "Ye-yea I think so" Sherlock stared at John for a long moment before he grabbed Johns face and pressed it against his own there lips closing the gap between them. It was a slow gentle kiss that lasted about 6 seconds before John pulled away he stood up so fast he had to grab the wall so he wouldn't fall back down. "Did-we-ju-just kiss?" John asked his eyes were wide as he studied Sherlocks face. "I-I-" Sherlock looked up his eyes were red tears streaming down his face, he stood up and bolted down the stairs and out the door to flag a cab. "Sherlock!" John screamed running to the window just in time to see the cab drive out of the view of 221b.