I hope you liked my last chapter! my goal is to make it to at least 20 so I'm crossing my fingers! ok now I'm just babbling. hope you like! senseless fluff is taking place here i hope you dont mind and yay i already have a follow! thank you so much i know it doesnt seem like such a big deal but whatever. ok so here we go (heart)
Chapter 2
Kiss
"Sherlock? is it really you? what took you so long! why can't i see you?" John was forming the questions faster than anybody could answer them. Then he heard that voice again, the smooth baritone voice that seemed so real, but he wasn't sure "I'm right here. You see, but you do not observe. Observe John, use your deduction skills. Where might i be?" John spun around and looked at his closed window. "I can't find you Sherlock, please! Just show yourself! i need you to show yourself" John was almost yelling, he wanted to see Sherlock so horribly he couldn't explain. He heard something, but it sounded like a hillucination at first so he just looked up, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Sherlock, please" his voice strained on the two simple words. He felt like he was about to just give up and burst into tears. He just couldn't take it anymore. He finally decided he just needed to lie down, that they were just his hallucinations acting up again.
He woke up with a sudden awareness of soft lips pressing against his own. It was 2:54 AM and he was kissing God knows who. John's eye's fluttered open to see a mop of black curls on top of a pale face and bright green eyes with specks of blue and gold on them staring down at him "Sherlock?" John could hardly breathe at the thought of him, John Watson, kissing the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. "Shh John let this moment last, please" and at that the consulting detective pulled John down into a languid kiss. John let Sherlock explore his mouth and claim it as his own. "I am so sorry John. So so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" Sherlock was just barely able to get the words out as he felt so terribly guilty. "Oh God yes." John breathed into Sherlock's neck as he puleed him in for a tight embrace. "I'm sorry John" Sherlock left it at that, opened the window, and left.
John woke up a bit hazy that morning. He remembered everything that had happened that night, except that Sherlock left, and didn't know what to think. He turned over and saw the room was the same as it was the night before. "Maybe Sherlock just went down stairs before i got up?" slowly the ex-army doctor decended the stairs, only to find he was the only one in the flat. "It was just a dream, a hallucination" John breathed as he became hysterical. He sat in his chair and thought about the events of last night "it was just a dream, but it was all so real. i just can't beleive he left me like that." he agonizes in pain and starts screaming "NO SHERLOCK CAN'T BE DEAD! HE JUST ISN'T! GOD NO HE CAN'T BE DEAD! PLEASE SHERLOCK TELL ME YOU'RE NOT DEAD!" at that he threw his cup of tea at the face on the wall "COME BACK TO ME SHERLOCK GOD DAMMIT! YOU BLOODY LUNITIC COME BACK TO ME!" and he just collapses onto the floor into a fetal position and starts crying "sherlock please just come back to me. I need you!" but as the days went on nobody came and nobody seemed to care about forgoten John.
Except it was just the oppisite.
As John was having his emotional breakdowns Mycroft was sitting in a small cafe just outside of London. "You must go back to him you know" Mycroft clearly stated "What you did to him was just cruel and unfair. You don't know what he'll do next" The deep baritone voice replied "I know. But i needed to know if it was a mutual feeling. I still don't quite understand this "sentiment" quite yet. In time i shall return to John and show my feelings quite profoundly. Now, dear brother, i must go. You know how i have a "meeting" to go to."
Still the days went on. As the days turned to weeks and the weeks into months it seemed to be the best to wait and not make himself present for another while so he could still keep John safe and take down Moriarty's web one strand at a time. But it was becoming too long for John. He was going back into the depths of depression and his limp became very sivere, he just didnt know how much longer he could hold on. He didn't know why still, he just had to hold on, for Sherlock. Yet he felt his time was running out, so he took measures into his own hands. He opened the drawer to his bedside table...
Eeeek sorry to leave you in such a bad place. Trust me, it's not what you think, or is it? You never know *giggles* i know the last one wasnt that great but it's about to get good... REAL good ;) so patience please oh and i know that one little part where Mycroft was talking and stuff wasn't the best, but i felt complied to write at least a little from where sherlock stands so yeah. wasn't perfect but i hope you liked it. Please review, always greatly appreciated c: don't worry the chapters are going to get longer so yeah :D