What Love Can Do
Song: Resistance by Muse
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Mentioned Mycroft/Lestrade
Sherlock had fallen in love with John almost immediately. He had hesitated to explore his feelings, of course. First because he thought he asexual. Second because it was John and John was straight. Third because... well, he was Sherlock Holmes. Who would want him?
But then he'd seen John look at him, smile at him, blush at him. And tentatively something had started, some kind of secret relationship where they kissed when no one was looking, where they explored each other's mouths softly and gently.
Sherlock didn't know why it was so fragile, why he and John were playing this close to the vest, so to speak. Mycroft was gay, he wouldn't care. Lestrade was bisexual and already suspected Sherlock and John were together. Mrs Hudson would be overjoyed that Sherlock and John were together.
But for some reason the two felt like what they had was precious and special; like a glass figurine that would shatter if mishandled.
Neither were experienced with the same sex and it was awkward; fumbling in the dark, not sure where to put hands or what to do with certain appendages. There were the looks they got when in public when dining or just walking. Homophobic idiots who didn't see that two men, or two women, loving each other was no different to a man and woman falling in love.
There were the cutting words from idiots like Anderson who pushed Sherlock down and Sally, who called him a Freak. Sherlock thought he wasn't good enough and didn't want John to have to publically be with him. John, sweet John, who deserved better then a sociopathic virgin.
John was no better off. His parents had disowned Harry when discovering she was gay. John wouldn't be coming out to them any time soon, not that they spoke a lot.
Then there were his army buddies, the ones he kept in touch with. They jeered and poked fun of gays, called them every name under the sun. Of course there were the few who didn't care and scorned the others but only lightly.
It was awkward but it was love, both men knew that. When they laid together the first time, exploring new areas and bringing so much joy and pleasure to each other, they told each other in hushed voices that it was love.
And it was. Slowly, very slowly, their loved blocked out everything else. It overshadowed the homophobic nature of the world, the biting words and the stares. It cut through everything and made them bond even more, it made them hold hands when people dared question them.
It made John kiss Sherlock in public when he'd solved a really difficult case and saved a little girl's life.
Lestrade had just smirked, already knowing they were together (he and Mycroft were a couple publically and the elder Holmes was always on hand to share secrets about his little brother with the DI).
Anderson gagged and glared. Sally actually hit him and told them congratulations, which was as big a shock to Anderson as it was to the rest of them. It seemed Sally wasn't as slow minded as Sherlock had thought.
Slowly, very slowly, their fragile relationship became strong and resilient. It became a reason to live, a reason for Sherlock to get up and not shoot up because he was bored. It became a reason for John to go to work and not brood on his family and his sometimes aching shoulder.
Some of the world was still against them, yes. Maybe in the future homosexuality would be accepted but for now it wasn't. For now there were still people who would stare and make fun of them.
But it didn't matter in the end.
Love was their resistance.
And it was all they needed.
Author's Note: I'm not sure if this worked... it seemed a bit... meh, to me. If you didn't like it well that's fine, I don't like it either.
It's actually kind of fun to try and write a story about a pairing set to a song. If anyone has any suggestions I'm open minded. My strengths are Green Day, Muse and The Living End.