A/N: Sorry this didn't get posted as fast as the last chapter. But I haven't had as much time to write as I would have like. That is going to become a trend with me now. School takes up a lot of my time.

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Sherlock

After John left I couldn't stop myself from falling asleep, not that I wanted to stay awake. That had been so exhausting.

I'd been strung tighter than my violin's E string, since John fell asleep on the couch until John had left the flat not all that long ago.

I slept like a rock for an hour and ten minutes then I really couldn't sleep any more.

I woke feeling refreshed and more like my over analytical self.

But now that I could think clearly I knew John must be mad at me for touching him like that.

Very not good. As John would say. I groaned and lay there for a while longer, coming up with every response John could have.

Most of them were bad.

I was hoping for those few were John smiled at me and said it was fine, he'd actually liked it.

But I knew he wouldn't respond the way my optimistic mind hoped he would. That was just wishful thinking.

Then again…. John and wishful thinking went together like toast and jam. Not that I liked either, but John did.

I was obsessing.

Damn.

I got up, marched out to the living room and snatched my violin of the coffee table.

Before I could think another thought I started playing.

Why John thought playing helped me think was beyond me. He was so wrong about so much, more so when it came to me.

He honestly didn't know that playing the violin and composing was a way to escape my thoughts and release a bit of emotion into the music.

Even as I sawed furiously against the strings of my violin I couldn't help but think about John.

How his skin had felt against my fingers. The way he'd said my name in his sleep. The way his breathing and pulse had accelerated, the flush on his face.

I was almost shocked to find I'd stopped playing and was just standing in front of the window staring blankly out of it.

I glanced at the clock on the mantel piece, John had an hour til his lunch break. Then He would have three hours of work after that. I'd been standing here for almost

I'd been standing here for almost five hours.

Carefully I set down my violin and pulled my phone out of my pocket.

I frowned, why was I-

Oh…. I was going to text John.

He really did make my mind go blank.

John

The surgery was very busy today and I was glad I had come in early. Even if it meant leaving a brooding Sherlock alone in our flat.

At least I knew he wouldn't burn it down or anything.

Mrs. Hudson would never let him get away with having no place to stay and Sherlock had once told me there was a reason he couldn't live in the same flat as a woman.

He never did tell me what that reason was. But by this point we were both sure no one else could live with him, without trying to killing him.

Then again…. For all I knew he was going to destroy only my things to punish me. He could do that, and I'm sure he would if he ever wanted to.

For the first hour I couldn't stop checking my phone. But one of my patients chewed me out for being rude, so I set it on my desk and forgot about it for most of the day.

Since we were so busy thinking was almost not an option, since every though lead me back to Sherlock's look of hurt and that broken tone I'd heard through the door.

My lunch hour seemed like eons away when Sara leaned in my office and cleared her throat, startling me.

"Send the next one in Sara. Quick before I pass out." I sighed, dragging myself out of my chair.

She smiled softly, like she was afraid I'd break.

"No one's next John. That little girl who you just had in here? She says I need to put a bandage on your heart, to make you not sad."

I half smiled, "She was sweet wasn't she?"

Sara nodded and perched on the edge of my desk, "What's wrong John? You've been…. Odd all morning."

"Well…. I might have made Sherlock cry. But he was hiding in his room so I have no idea." I muttered.

Sara looked shocked and stood quickly, "John! You've got to be kidding!"

She was one of the few people who knew about my little crush on Sherlock. At first she was mad that I'd 'lead her on'. But once she realized I was just clueless she forgave me and we became good friends.

She knew that the fact Sherlock might have been crying was painful to me. That I had caused it was heart shattering.

She all but pushed me toward the door. "John Watson you go and apologize to him!"

I managed to hide behind my desk so she couldn't push me out of my office.

"I did! But he just… he's Sherlock and I.… I…." I shook my head, "I don't know what I'm doing when I'm around him."

I flopped into my chair and scrubbed my eyes, "He makes me feel like a complete idiot half the time."

Sara sat on my desk again and crossed her arms over her chest, "And what about the rest of the time?"

I smiled to myself slightly and ran a hand through my short hair.

"The rest of the time…. He makes me glad….." I sighed, "Glad I was shot."

Sara's eyebrows pinched together, "What?"

I chuckled a bit, "If I hadn't been shot I never would have met him Sara. Never."

She tilted her head to one side, "Well don't just wait for a sign that it's the right time! Tell the big child that you-"

My phone buzzed cutting her off. I checked the message and almost stopped breathing.

I need something John.

SH

I quickly sent a quick text back.

What do you need Sherlock? I'm on break right now.

JW

Maybe I should have tried to sound less…. Mean. His response was slower than usual, he must be thinking about something.

Come home John.

SH

I let out a very slow breath and looked up to see Sara watching me like a hawk. She knew who I was texting.

Be there in an hour, alright? What do I tell Sara?

JW

I could almost hear the frustrated sigh in his response.

Nothing at all John.

SH

I smiled at Sara, and pulled on my jacket, "I have no reason for leaving Sara. I'll see you in a day or two?"

She rolled her eyes and called out, "Get laid John!"

I blushed at her brashness. We were in the lobby now for pity sakes!

"Not that I think I will, but you too Sara!" I called back suddenly braver, and excited to get home.