Come Back To Me
Chapter Two (Part One)
Okay second chapter up. Please be nice again xxxxx
"Molly, I told you not to call me. What is it?"
"Sherlock?"
"John?"
"Planning on coming back to Baker Street?"
"You're still there?"
"Of course I am. Answer my question, Sherlock."
"I can't, John. It's too dangerous being around me."
"Sherlock, I've been shot at, nearly blown up, arrested and, been taken hostage." John emphasised the last part with a slight grin.
Sherlock chuckled uncharacteristically and it gave John a warm feeling in his chest.
"Please, Sherlock. Molly obviously told you about ... my feelings. It's okay if you don't feel the same. I never thought I would ... makes sense now why none of my relationships ever worked out, I guess."
"John, you were too good. They never really understood you."
"Is that you're way of saying that I have a lot higher intellect than you'd previously wanted to admit?"
"I never said that. I just said that they didn't understand you."
"And why's that?"
"Don't make me say it."
John smiled softly. He missed Sherlock's arrogance, a little. He missed seeing his face too; those damn cheekbones and well sculptured face. But it had seemed like an eternity and he was sure seeing Sherlock again would kill him.
"John?"
"Yes, Sherlock."
"Have you missed me?"
John struggled for a reply.
Yes, I miss you so much. You're bloody cheekbones and your tall, skinny frame and ... and ... just everything.
"Yeah, I mean I've not been working many cases so I've been getting bored." John decided to say, not wanting to sound desperate.
"Oh." Sherlock's reply was simple but laced with disappointment.
"Have you ... missed me?" John asked almost in a whisper, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well, I get bored too. You're the only one who puts up with me."
"Is that a yes?" John asked awkwardly.
"Is it a yes from you?"
They were both silent for a few minutes.
Molly walked into the living room finally and motioned for John to say something.
"Would you like to speak to Molly?"
Molly sighed and left for the kitchen.
"John, listen ..."
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes, I miss you." John whispered the last part, as though he feared the consequences.
"Yes."
"Excuse me?" John nearly choked, knowing the response.
"I feel the same way."
"You do?" John spluttered.
"Yes." Sherlock practically whispered.
"... Okay."
"I've got to go."
"Oh."
"Sorry."
"I'm used to not speaking to you. Goodbye, Sherlock."
"... Goodbye, John." His words echoing the last thing he ever said.
John hung up and regretted ending the call with such a spiteful comment.
John couldn't help but think that that call might have been what would bring Sherlock home, and John just shattered that option.
"What happened?" Molly's voice was low and worried.
"I blew it. I nearly had him and then I ruined it." John's voice was a whisper and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He held back a sob.
"He'll come home, John. He'll understand why." Molly replied, walking to John, wrapping him up on her arms and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Molly."
She nodded slightly, squeezing John tighter.
x..x
"221B Baker Street. Hurry."
"I'm a taxi driver, pal, not a race car driver."
"I didn't ask for sarcasm, pal."
"Bloody hell."
The rest of the ride was quiet, the driver not daring to say anything else for fear of pissing off his seemingly already angry passenger.
"221B Baker Street."
"Yeah, thanks." Sherlock shoved a twenty into the driver's hand and climbed out of the cab. "Keep the change."
"Yeah, cheers." The cabbie grumbled, pulling away from the kerb and speeding up slightly.
The walk up the stairs felt like a climb up the highest mountain. Sherlock walked into the living room and was greeted with a sight of pure beauty. Doctor John Watson was lying on the couch, sleeping peacefully and looking as innocent as a young child.
Sherlock froze, just taking in this rare and wonderful sight.
"First time he's slept so peacefully since you ran away." Molly's voice made Sherlock jump slightly and Molly looked surprised and wondered why.
"Is he okay?" Sherlock's eyes never moved from John's sleeping form.
"As good as he could be." Molly's voice remained calm and soft.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm going to go home, please be here when he wakes, Sherlock."
"Thank you, Molly."
"Goodbye, Sherlock." She replied, pecking his cheek softly.
"Goodbye, Molly."
Sherlock listened as the front door clicked closed gently. He sat down on the floor in front of the couch.
He gently pushed away strands of hair away from John's eyes, keeping the view clear for when his eyes opened.
John stirred slightly, rolling onto his side as Sherlock's hand trailed across his forehead. John seemed to react to the touch, moving into it even in his sleep, as though this is what he had craved for a long time now.
Sherlock ran a finger down John's cheek, seeing him smile and sigh contently. The next sigh was soft and in the form of Sherlock's name. Sherlock's breath caught in his throat and he almost pulled his hand away.
Before he even registered what he was doing, he kissed John softly on the forehead.
John's eyes fluttered open and his breath caught at the closeness of Sherlock.
Okay so this was longer than I expected so I'll split it :) xxxxx
