Okay, so I apologize for not updating yesterday. But I had a lot of revision for tests to do, and so I will do my best to update more consistently from now on. Bleh. And yes, John's thoughts will not be impaired by the alcohol, only his speech.

Anyway, where were we... oh yes, that's right. John's a bit wasted and Sherlock's acting oddly too. Either way, time for the third chapter!

Chapter Three

"Right, so you's asking me about s'thing." I slurred my voice more constantly now. Perhaps the drink was getting worse, perhaps Sherlock was making me nervous. Doesn't matter, there's plenty of time to consider this in a more sober situation.

"John..."

"Hold on a sec. Is this some kind'f setup? I dun wanna get dragged int' anything I dun wanna." What was this about, actually? God damn it, I hate surprises.

"John... I believe there's something you've been hiding from me."

"Wuh? I dunno, what are you talk'n bout?" My eyes peered down at the grass, its surface coated with a dense scattering of flowers. It was nothing compared to what I was sitting next to, mind.

"I happened across your blog this morning. There were a suspicious lack of posts, since I know you like to update that thing whenever you can. So I hacked your laptop for anything you might have been busy with to prevent you. After all, I could only assume it must have been something serious." Sherlock seemed to be occupied with the tips of his fingers at that point.

Wait. Did he mean-

Oh, hell.

I thought about that personal entry from yesterday. Then I remembered the other one, from just after I went to the pub. It was quite short, but...

John W. – A Personal Account – 30th April

I love him.

I know I love him.

I can't stop thinking about him. Everything about Sherly is perfect. Why have I ever doubted this? Those gorgeous, pale blue eyes... those soft, chocolate-coloured curls... that sexy, sexy voice...

I can't believe how much I want this...

...how much I want him.

I swallowed. No, surely...

"Tell me, John, is it true?"

"...You mean...?"

"Yes. John, do you really feel that way?"

My breath caught in my throat. It had been doing that a lot lately. Sherlock's influence. Under the influence. Well, I thought, this is the end. He'll never look at you in the same way.

"...Why didn't you say something? If you had a problem, you know I can solve any problem. We've solved so many cases together, haven't we?"

"I suppose... but I... I just didn't think it would be a good idea to mention it." The realizations had sobered me up. I'd probably still end up with a hangover, mind, but that's just the luck of the draw.

"Why not?" As always, Sherlock seemed so laidback about the idea. Did he not realize how unusual this situation was?

"Well... it's not the norm, in emotional terms. Not really."

"John, aren't you forgetting? High functioning sociopaths don't get emotions like the rest of the world gets them. Still haven't done you're research?" Also as always, Sherlock's sarcastic, witty humour shining through. Another reason why I care so much about him. I chuckled.

"Heh. Guess so"

"John, I... I... there's something I have to do, and I need help from you in order to do it." Sherlock's face seemed to be turning a sort of pale rose. Bloody hell, if I thought he was cute before, he looked delicious now. I'd caught the scent of him before, and I wonder if such a good smell converted to taste too...

"Well, what do you want?" I couldn't help but lean forward in my chair, as though it'd make the moment I'd been wanting for some time happen. But that couldn't be the case. Like hell he was going to do something like that.

I felt a hand slip over mine.

Oh my God.

Sherlock curled his perfect lips into a light smile.

Oh my actual God.

This was happening. I could hardly believe it. This moment was the moment I had wanted for so long, and now... I closed my eyes, waiting for the connection.

I waited, and nothing happened.

It took me a couple of minutes to open my eyes, and I looked to the other end of the bench where Sherlock had been. Where...?

A note:

Not here. Too open. You want the real truth? The moment? Then come to the flat in half an hour. Until then... and yes, I did plan this out. No offence, but you're so easily manipulated, John. Either way, 221B, thirty minutes. And bring something to drink. Non-alcoholic, given what you've already had as of late. Stop going to the pub from now, since you have no reason to. –SH x

I read the not through a few times. Easily manipulated... well, that was true. Non-alcoholic – of course, he'd get that the drinking was because of my feelings. I'd already decided he wasn't really a sociopath. And... was that a kiss at the end? I think my heart was beginning to flip out, more so than ever. I checked my watch.

Just twenty-seven minutes to wait, and then I'd finally get the moment I'd waited for.

Aww. I was gonna put Mycroft in this chapter, but I couldn't really be bothered. I do like myself a bit of Mystrade at times, though, so expect a proper fanfic about that... eventually.

Might update again later. If you're lucky.