A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first Sherlock fanfiction because I literally just started the show, watched all seasons in one day, so pardon me for not getting how they act right, it usually takes me a few chapters to get their personality right! So, please read and let me know what y'all think!
John sat at the kitchen table of the flat he shared with Sherlock after having moved back in with him at the beginning of May after he and Mary had broken up. The break up had been on a mutual understanding with both agreeing that they'd be better off as friends, but assuring that John would still be able to see his child even though the doctor had fallen in love with someone else. Someone that although they're eccentric and a complete ass-hat at times, means well and cares about others despite his cold exterior.
Sherlock.
Prior to meeting Sherlock...and much after meeting him, he had been in denial about his sexual orientation and had just recently come to terms with it. Finally realizing that he was alright with being Gay and there was nothing wrong with it.
John remembered the day he and Mary broke up like it was yesterday.
The day he finally came to the realization that he loved Sherlock.
**Flashback**
John met Mary at Richmond park at noon, anxious about what he was about to do.
"Hello, John. We need to talk." She said, getting up and grabbing his hand, pulling him along before he even had a chance to greet her.
"Yes, I suppose we do...look, Mary_" He started, only for his fianceé to cut him off.
"It won't work out," She started, sighing before continuing, "I know you're smitten with someone else. You won't even touch or look at me the same way you did before, and now that Sherlock's back...things have changed."
John sighed, "Mary," He started, rubbing a hand through his hair before starting over, "Yes, I have fallen for someone else. I figured it was time to tell you rather than hide it from you, I'm_" He stopped suddenly, cutting himself off as he fought for a way to tell her.
"Gay. I know. I figured it out for myself once I saw how you looked at Sherlock the same way you used to look at me," she added, not giving John any time to reply before she took off the engagement ring and continued, "I think we need to simply see others so we will both be happy. Don't beat around the bush and tell Sherlock how you feel before it's too late."
"But Mary, I still want to be apart of the babies life."
Mary smiled, "I know and you still can be. I won't keep our child from seeing their father, regardless of sexual orientation." She answered as she let go of John's hand, giving him the engagement ring before turning on her heel and walking away.
John was left completely alone.
**End Flashback**
John sighed as he closed the laptop and put his head in his hands.
Maybe Mary's right. I should tell him how I feel. He thought, taking his head out of his hands.
"Hey Sher_" He started, only to be cut off by a loud..
SMASH!
The doctor turned to see a broken mirror lying in pieces on the hard wood floor of the sitting room.
"What in the blazes are you doing!?" He yelled in astonishment, shaking his head as he turned back around.
BANG
Great. I think I would much rather pick up glass from the floor than bullet holes in the wall. He thought, his expression grim as he got up and started to pick up the shards of glass.
"I'm bored," The consulting detective said as he sighed in annoyance, lying down on the couch as he added, "It's been forty-eight hours."
BANG
Great. Another hole. That's two holes too many.
Watson sighed, "I know. Two days since our last case, but, that does not give you the excuse to break a mirror; thoroughly giving yourself seven years of bad luck, and then shoot holes in the wall."
Sherlock laughed.
A laugh that almost made John smile if it weren't for the circumstances.
"Please. You think I truly believe in all that?" Sherlock asked, giving another harsh laugh before shooting another hole in the wall as Mrs. Hudson walked in.
"Well, I am certainly not cleaning this up, young man!" She huffed, hands on her hips as she looked from the two men to the glass on the floor and back to the holes in the wall.
Before either of them could respond,John's phone rang, giving him an opportunity to escape the older woman's withering gaze.
"Hello? Lestrade? What is it?"
Sherlock looked on intently as John paced around the kitchen as he talked to Lestrade, ignoring Mrs. Hudson's death glare.
"You love him, don't you?" She asked, her gaze softening as the detective scoffed.
"Please, Mrs. Hudson," He said, scoffing once more before mumbling, "that really is none of your business." He said, aiming his gun at the wall once more.
The fact Sherlock no longer wanted to talk about it gave her all she needed to know.
John hung up the phone and turned to them, noticing the cold shoulder Sherlock gave the woman that seemed to increase in tension in the time he spent talking to Greg.
"We have a case, Sherlock! We best be going," He said, grabbing Sherlock, who barely had enough time to put his coat on as he added, "we'll clean up the mess when we get back, Mrs. Hudson!"
The two men barely got out the door when Sherlock pulled him free of the doctor's grip.
"I will not go anywhere unless you tell me what the case is." He said, giving his friend a cold glare.
John sighed, giving the other man the two words that would get him moving again.
"Terrorist attack."
A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Please review and if there's anything you'd like to see in this story, please let me know :)