Disclaimer: I am very dyslexic so mind the spelling.
Hello reader now I am such a big fan of johnlock and sense my other story wasn't doing so well I decided to give this a go tell me if this is any better then my other story. Thank you
"John, john,Johnny boy, John!…"
John had just come back after a week retreat away from Sherlock. He opened the door of 221B to hear Sherlock yelling his name. John lugged his suitcase up the stairs every time he took a step it was followed by Sherlock calling out to him. As John got to the top of the stairs he stood on the landing looking into the flat letting out his frustration into one yell.
"Fuck off! Listen I have been here for less then a minute and I already want to jump off th-"John's rant was cut off because of two things. One, he's not allowed to threaten to jump off of anything because of what happened last time. And two, Sherlock had not moved from the spot that john left him in a week ago. He was still sitting upside down in his own chair his hands put in their signature position and his feet hungover the back of the chair. The only thing that changed was the pile of teacups around him and a bowl which was placed underneath his head fill with tea which his dark curls swam around in.
"Sherlock, how do you stay in one place for a whole week?"
Sherlock answered with a smirk then his eyes flashed open.
"Oh! John I'm supposed to give you this."
His hand reached underneath the chair and pulled out a letter. The detective held the folded peace of paper in the air towards John implying for him to walk over and get it.
John stomped over to retrieve the note, he snatch it out of Sherlock's hand and read it.
Hello John, I went out for a cupple of days I set out a lot of tea for Sherlock to drink but he has not eaten, as usual, glad your back.
-Mrs.H
P.S the bowl under his head is because he insisted on drinking his bloody tea upside down and he was making a mess.
John smerked as he read the note but his smile quickly faded as he started to clean up the mess around Sherlock. As soon as John cleared the bowl Sherlock flung his legs forward flipping himself off the chair.
"Hello John by the way. Why yes I'm doing fine, how are you?" Sherlock was starting a conversation with him self to brake the ice.
John did not reply to his question still pissed off about why he left in the first place.
"Ok I see," Sherlock said taking the hint. "your still not mad about that whole drugging my self and every?"
John just walked past where Sherlock stood in the middle of the flat and took his suitcase to his room, Sherlock followed after him.
"It was for a case, I told you not to come home!" Sherlock argued as they stopped up the stairs.
"Your absolutely thick!," John turned to Sherlock in the middle of the stairs.
"You wanted Mrs.H to find you, and god knows what would have happened if she did!"
"Oh, come on John don't over react."
"Over react?! That drug you gave your self knocked you out , stopped your pulse, and made your whole body tern the color of a corps!"
"Yes well how was I supposed to know it would take immediate effect."
John plopped his suitcase on his bed and started to unpack it, practically throwing his Clothes into that dresser drawers.
"And besides," Sherlock continued "I didn't think you lot cared about me that much."
John's fists came down so hard on his dresser that the lamp placed on top of it came crashing to the floor. Sherlock was barefoot so when he was stepping back to avoid John ,as he stepped forward, Sherlock's feet where being impaled with shards.
"Look, you maybe the worlds only consulting detective, but your mind dam well be absent when it comes to common emotions,"
John reached Sherlock who was now pressed against the wall, John only inches from Sherlock's face.
"You don't relies how much you hert people, people that cair about you people that lov-"
John's frustration built up so much that he punched a hole into the wall right next to Sherlock's head.
"People love you Sherlock," John carried on with his argument, his hand still in the wall and tears now threatening his eyes. Sherlock at this point had no idea what to do only to just watch John and keep his arms by his side pushing the pain in this feet deep down.
John's arm that was in the wall relaxed and he brought his other arm to Sherlock's chest. John's head then lowered to where his forearm layed across Sherlock's chest and he sobbed through the last words to his argument.
"Damit, Sherlock, I love you"
Sherlock, not entirely shure at what just happened, pulled John's arm out of the wall, John bringing it down for his hand to hold onto Sherlock's shoulder. But as John's sobs terned deeper Sherlock put his head on top of John's and with one hand on John's hip the other on John's head Sherlock gently pulled John close. Sherlock kissed the top of John's head and whispered.
"I love you too."
I hope that this type of story is a better aproch then my other story please tell me if it is.
O and P.S go read my other story please because as I said it is not doing so hot.