Jealousy
Sherlock couldn't help it; the way he felt when John went on dates and spent the night at his girlfriends' houses. He absolutely despises these feelings, especially when he had worked so hard, all these years, to get rid of the emotions that dared to creep up inside him. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock, is what his brother always told him. At times, he even believed it. But, there is something different about John. Maybe John is the exception.
Sherlock and John were sitting in an internet café in the middle of London. Sherlock typed away on his laptop, taking a break to research how long it would take to die from bleach poisoning and what were the side effects. It was pertinent for the case he was working on; the woman's alibi depended on it.
John sat opposite of Sherlock at the small metal table. He drank coffee as he silently sat, trying not to disturb Sherlock's train of thought. He did not want an annoyed Sherlock on his hands. Suddenly, John's mobile started to ring. He looked down at the number and smiled his award winning smile. As John answered the call, he got up from his chair and moved to the other to a more private area of the public space.
Sherlock glanced at John as he moved away from him with swift steps. He was curious at what was the cause of John's rare, handsome smile. This made Sherlock frown slightly; not even he could make him even close to grinning like that. Why is it that whenever I try to impress John, I always just get a 'brilliant' or a 'fantastic,' but never a rarity as John's smile, but when a girlfriend, from the looks of it, calls him, she gets that extraordinary, little gift? Sherlock thought to himself. Ever since I met him, I knew there was something special about him; a psychosomatic soul of a soldier with an undefined charisma. At first I just wanted to be praised for my brilliance, but something has changed. Have I fallen in some sort of love for John Hamish Watson?
Sherlock internally slapped himself. Of course he wasn't in love; love is what normal people call their sexual attraction they feel towards each other. He wasn't sexually attracted to John. Honestly, Sherlock has never truly felt attracted to anyone in his life; he is asexual in every aspect.
But, looking at John now, the way he shifts his position as he stands, the way he looks down when he is trying to hide the happiness showing on his face, the way he brushes his hair back with his hand as he thinks, makes Sherlock question himself. Another feeling starts to creep up inside him. Am I jealous?
A/N: Thank you for reading! I am sorry for not updating sooner. I have been extremely busy this summer. I truly hope you enjoyed it, though. I really appreciate your thoughts on my stories, so review if you would like. :)