Maggie was gone but even though she had left her perfume lingered in the air. Sherlock stayed on his knee's even after she had gone. John crawled over to him wrapping his arms around Sherlock and praying with everything he had that he would be okay. Sherlock began to shake and at first you would assume it was from a sob escaping his body but a bubbling laughter spilled out of his mouth and John let go shocked to see a laughing Sherlock. "Sherlock?" And just with John hushed whisper of his name Sherlock snapped back into being well...Sherlock. He jumper up and went to the kitchen and all John could hear was the kettle being filled. Stunned and a little shaken himself he went to find the man who had just declared his love for him.
Sherlock was making tea and whispering under his breath when John found him. "Sherlock what the hell is going on?" The fear and confusion made Sherlock stop. He inhaled loudly and turned to face john. He leaned back on the counter and smiled a little. Sherlock didn't really smile at anyone else but with John it was different. He had a million different smiles for all sorts of things but this smile was almost sad and apologetic. John hated this smile. "I'm sorry John. Nothing is going on. Maggie...she's an old friend so to speak. She visited me a long time ago...before I meet you. John...there are many things that I can explain to you but the way I feel about you...that is unexplained to me. It is also unacceptable and I am sorry. You are welcome to hit me or leave and we will never speak of this again." Sherlock's eyes were closed at this point and John stood with his eye brows furrowed and his hands tangled together his thumb slowly moving around his knuckles. "I..." John shock his head and stood straight like the solider he was. "I'm going for a walk." As John left, Sherlock sunk to the ground pulling his knees to his chest.
2 hours later.
John walked through the door to find Sherlock laying on the floor facing the ceiling at first John thought the worst. What if he had overdosed? What if Maggie's man had come back and killed him? What if...? But as John approached he saw Sherlock was far from dead but was sleeping peacefully and he was holding one of John's jumpers tightly to his chest. Sighing John picked Sherlock up and carried him to his bedroom. He let Sherlock cling to him and noticed how light Sherlock was. John would feel the bones of his ribs digging into him as Sherlock clinging to be closer. As John placed Sherlock gently on the bed he stirred but John just ran his fingers into his hair and lay next to him humming quietly. Sherlock was in a deep sleep when he let his arm tangle around John at first John was stiff and panicked a little but then when he looked at Sherlock's face ever good memory they shared came rushing back. Every time Sherlock had saved him. Every smile. Every laugh. And although that night was dark and cold John could feel the warmth that Sherlock gave him and his mind was bright with his love for Sherlock. John was confused, scared but in that moment he knew that he loved Sherlock. John leaned down laying a small kiss on Sherlock's forehead before falling asleep himself.