A/N: So johnsarmylady and I finally got around to doing chapter 2 of our texting 221B story:D Hope you enjoy this;)
We don't own, We just like to mess with the characters – and you too:D
Sherlock is in bold and John is in italics
Machine
'Sherlock. I'm sorry. Come home, please?'
'No'
'Look, I didn't mean it. You're not a machine. I know that, and I was out of order calling you that. Do you want me to leave?'
'No, John.'
'I am not ready to talk to you yet. Leave me be.'
'This is more than a bit not good though, isn't it?'
'John, please stop your incessant need to comfort and control. You hurt my feelings. Leave it at that. We will discuss this later.'
'Is that what I do, Sherlock. Comfort and control? I only want to...'
'Yes, I know. Leave it.'
'I can't leave it. I'm scared I've ruined everything...'
'That is not the first time you called me...that.'
'Oh God, and look what happened then. I don't think I could live with that again Sherlock. Without you...Fuck! I'm making this worse, aren't I?'
'You are overreacting...again. I am not going to do myself harm.'
'I am not the same man, John. I am different. You did that. You changed me. In doing so I now have access to these emotions I can't always control. Sometimes it's hateful and overwhelming. Sometimes I need space. I am going to go to Mycroft's for a few nights whilst I process this.'
'You'd rather stay with Mycroft than come home to me? Please come back!'