A/N: Post-reunion fanfic, but sort of an AU. Basically, if Mary had been more controlling and rude. And just overall an even more horrible person than she was, even in S3E3. Never forgive! (Spoilers.) Anyways, Johnlock forever! Thoughts are, as always, italicized. Ending is a bit cliche, but oh well!
"Come on, wake up John."
John groaned, rolled over and said, "Sherlock, I'm way too tired to go on a case!"
"Honey, it's me! You know, your fiance? It's been two years since you did any of that stuff yet you still always think I'm him!" Mary said, shaking her head with a tiny smile on her face. "Now get up! You said we'd go out for breakfast today."
John looked up into Mary's face. Of course, Mary. His fiance. The love of his life... That's what Sherlock had called her. He'd looked so disappointed, so upset. Especially since Mary hadn't wanted him to solve cases with Sherlock. 'Too dangerous' she'd called it. Ever since Sherlock came back though, nothing felt the same.
"It's gonna end up being lunch if you keep laying there you know!" Mary yelled from the other room, interrupting his thoughts.
John sighed and said, "I'm getting up, just a moment!" John got up and grudgingly got ready. For some reason, everything he did and saw reminded him of one man.
My best friend...no, more than that. He didn't know what more. He always thought he was straight, but he knew Sherlock was more important. The feelings he had for Sherlock went beyond all those labels.
Everything passed in a blur. Getting ready, going out the door, even kissing Mary, all he could think about was Sherlock. They walked into the little cafe, and john realized he'd been here before with Sherlock. Mary got them a little corner table in the back, "For a bit of privacy," she said, giggling.
John smiled, but not at her. He realized he was wearing the jumper Sherlock had gotten him. John had been wearing jumpers less and less since he'd been apart from Sherlock. As he sat at the table, Mary kept on talking. She kept on making small talk, which was, as Sherlock said, useless.
He wondered what he felt for Mary. He thought he had loved her. But now, all those feelings, they felt so...artificial. John only loved one person, and he didn't care that it was a got up from the table and started slowly walking away, as if in a trance.
"Wait, John! What are you doing?" Mary cried, thoroughly shocked.
He turned back and put 20 quid on the table. "There, that should cover it." John said as he was walking out. Almost as a afterthought, he twisted off the ring on his finger and placed it next to the money. He felt so much lighter without it weighing him down, all those unspoken promises of love that he knew he would never feel for her.
Mary ran out after him, but he'd already gotten into a cab. As the cabbie asked him where to go to, he felt a jolt of nostalgia. John knew the address by heart, how could he ever forget?
"221B Baker Street please."
"Oh, are you another of those fans? They've been crowding around that man's house for quite a while, saying stuff like 'I'm sorry I doubted you!' Is that what you're gonna go do?" the cabbie asked, glancing back at him through the mirror.
John smiled. "Sort of, yes."
"Well you'd better be careful then! I heard he's been threatening to shoot the annoying ones. And I don't think he was kidding!" the cabbie exclaimed, eyes wide as he used his free hand to gesture wildly, as if trying to make the point stick.
John just laughed. Sounds like Sherlock. The whole cab ride, that's all he could think about.
Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock...
He got out in front of that all too familiar flat, stuffing a few notes into the driver's hands. The cabbie wasn't lying, there was a mob of fans outside wearing their little 'Sherlock' caps. They were all shouting their apologies to Sherlock up in the flat above.
"I don't care, just shut up!"
John could hear Sherlock yelling, eliciting a happy, genuine smile on the army doctor's face. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled like that. John pushed through the crowd of people to the door and rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Hudson came out looking quite upset. "Would you people stop your- Oh, John! How lovely to see you, come in!" Mrs. Hudson looked fairly surprised to see him, he hadn't visited since Sherlock came back. "Sherlock, someone here to see you!" Mrs. Hudson yelled to him.
"Ooh, is it a case? It didn't sound like the right amount of pressure..." Sherlock muttered excitedly to himself, running down the stairs. He froze when he saw john. "O-oh, John...umm, would you like to come up?" He said, stumbling over his words.
"Of course, thank you." John said, smiling. He couldn't help but think how cute Sherlock was when he was unsure.
Walking into the flat, he felt a pang of sadness. It looked just like it had before anything happened, before those two years of hell. He looked at his chair and saw that it looked untouched. It had his favorite throw on it, like no one had sat in it since Sherlock moved back in.
" Here, I'll make some tea. So, umm...How's Mary doing? You know, your...fiance..." Sherlock sounded so sad and unsure of himself, doing his best to make small talk.
John couldn't hold it in any longer. He had to tell him his true feelings no matter what happened. "Sherlock, I...I love you." He said, looking at the ground.
Glass shattering.
John looked up immediately and said, "Sherlock, what's wrong? Are you ok?" He rushed to the detective, a familiar wave of concern washing over him.
"Yes of course, just dropped a teacup." Sherlock said, his face hidden.
"Here, I'll help." John said, picking up teacup fragments.
"Listen John, I...I mean I also...umm, never mind. It's, umm, nothing." Sherlock mumbled, his face still hidden behind a curtain of hair. It was the most disoriented he'd ever seen Sherlock. John smiled and lifted Sherlock's chin to reveal a bright red face.
"I know." John said, before leaning in to kiss him.