A/N: here it is! The next chapter! A huuuge thank you to everyone who has reviewed! I love you!
Sherlock was shaking slightly with nerves, and with the fact that John seemed to be in an extremely good mood when he walked through the door to their flat. He didn't want to ruin his mood.
"Hello Sherlock!" John grinned, as he practically bounded up to Sherlock.
"Hello John", Sherlock replied, wincing at Johns tone of voice, it was high pitched and almost sounded like Moriarty when they were in the pool. When Sherlock may have had to reveal himself, but was saved by Moriartys' phone ringing with the Bee Gees.
Sherlock felt like that now, but this time, he knew that there was no way out.
"How did it go?" Sherlock asked John, who was now sitting in his usual chair, where Mycroft had been only minutes ago.
"Well, Sherlock. Really well. In fact she wants to see me again another time", John beamed.
"That's nice", Sherlock huffed, half out of boredom from the conversation, half from nerves and habit. Even though conversations like this were annoying and completely boring, Sherlock didn't mind them that much at this precise time, because he knew that he'd have longer, he'd have more time to prepare himself for reactions.
Screams, possible, very possible.
Telling everyone, also quite plausible though he would prefer that not to happen.
Leaving Baker Street? Sherlock wasn't sure on that account. But that was the thing he didn't want to happen. Screaming, he could deal with, telling he could also deal with. But if John, one of his very few friends were to leave Baker Street he was sure he would go to Moriarty and ask him to kill him.
"Sherlock?" John asked, stretching the name out as he spoke.
"Yes John?" Sherlock replied, concern covering his face.
"The other night, when you were standing by the window…", John paused and looked up to see Sherlock's reaction to what he was saying. Sherlock gulped once and took a deep intake of breath to try and steady him.
"Yes?", Sherlock asked, he was pleasantly surprised that there wasn't a tremor in his voice.
"You said something to me. About different types of humans. Then you asked me what I'd do if you were one of them?", John said a look of sheer confusion on his face.
"Yes", Sherlock whispered.
"I was wondering why you walked out after that. It was as it had hurt you to say that Sherlock"
"It didn't"
"For God's sake Sherlock! I know there is something wrong and I don't have to be you to know that so please, for me, just tell me what is wrong", John pleaded and he looked into Sherlock's eyes as he spoke, never moving his gaze away, watching as the taller man's eyes changed with each word. They went from relatively calm to nervous in a matter of seconds, which gave John even more proof that there was something wrong with Sherlock. He was hiding something and John was going to find out what.
"I walked out because…" Sherlock paused, his hands trembling with fear and anticipation.
"Because what Sherlock?" John pressed.
"Because… becauseiamnotentirelyhuman!" Sherlock blurted out, the words rushing from his mouth.
"Because you're not entitled to a hoover? What the hell Sherlock?" John said, a slight grin on his lips, but Sherlock noticed that his eyes were serious.
Sherlock braced himself then spoke again, "Because I'm not entirely human John", his voice shook as he spoke and as he watched John, he saw that his expression softened considerably, then a look of confusion took its place.
"So…you're not human?", John asked his voice was even.
"That's what I said", Sherlock mumbled.
Then, everything was silent. Sherlock glanced around the room nervously, not knowing if he should talk first. Then John started to laugh. He was laughing so hard that his body shook and tears rolled down his cheeks. Sherlock grimaced at this; he had not been expecting this outcome.
John's laughter subsided when he saw Sherlock was just standing, unmoving with a serious expression on his face. John also noticed that Sherlock looked…well…he looked hurt.
"You're not serious, are you Sherlock?" John asked concern present in his voice.
All Sherlock could do was nod his head.
John leaned forwards in his chair and stayed silent, then when he spoke, it was just one word, "Oh…"
"I'm sorry Sherlock, but I'm still not buying it", John said. Sherlock had feared this, he sighed before speaking.
"Well there is nothing I can do to convince you that I am telling the truth"
But Sherlock knew that was a lie, he knew that there was one thing he could do to convince John to take what he was saying as the truth. But he did not want to do it. He wouldn't do it.
"You could prove it to me Sherlock. That would help", John said standing up from his chair.
"No John. I can't", Sherlock shook his head as he spoke.
John sighed in frustration, "Sherlock how can you expect me to believe you when you can't prove it to me?"
"That's the thing. I don't expect you to believe me", Sherlock replied.
John started to walk towards the door. Suddenly, Mycroft's voice came back to his head.
You are the great Sherlock Holmes.
"Wait! John!" Sherlock called. He would prove it.
John spun around on his heel and faced Sherlock.
"What?" he asked.
"I will prove it", Sherlock replied, not a single tremor in his voice.
John stood with his arms crossed, waiting for what Sherlock was about to do. John was almost certainly not expecting what happened next.
Sherlock began to unbutton his shirt.
"Sherlock? What are you doing?" John asked, eyes glued to the quaking fingers that were now fumbling for the top button on their owners' shirt.
"Doing what you asked. Proving it", Sherlock replied, breathing out heavily.
John said no more as Sherlock finally managed to undo the last button. He let the shirt fall to the floor and kept his gaze on the ground as he felt Johns eyes sweep over what he had revealed.
John didn't know what to do. His friend, his best friend, Sherlock Holmes had…wings.
A/N: Dun dun dun! What's John going to do? Do you want to find out? Then please review! Love you Sherlockians!