Chapter VI | Because You're Mine

"Hey you." John smiled as Sherlock staggered into the kitchen, only in his boxers. He didn't even bother putting on his robe. He was too tired and worn out still to really function. With a small smile he moved over to John and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked petting the shaggy hair, before moving and gently cupping the bristly face. John looked over his eyes, rubbing his hands over the whiskers. He wasn't used to seeing Sherlock with facial hair. "You need to shave." He chuckled to him and moved his hands over his chin and then away from his face completely. The brunette gave him a soft nod and smiled at him. "I feel a little better. No more pain, or dry heaving. I think I might be able to eat something. I'll be shaving later. I want to thank you for everything that you did the last while." John couldn't let but let a small smile quirk at his lips. "You… are you asking me on a date?" Sherlock blinked and turned kinda red as he thought about it. He didn't realized that it was technically a date he was asking John on. He'd never asked anyone on a date before.

Am I even doing this right?

He looked down at John and puffed out his cheek at the pure amusement on his face. "Well Sherlock?" He asked, crossing his arms. "You look all too smug John." He teased, making John laugh. "Let me make you some breakfast then we can get ready okay?" Sherlock nodded to him and turn a bright red at the loud growl his stomach made at the mention at the food. He made displease grumble that his body betrayed him before he could deny the food.

Oh well.

John makes good food.

Gives me a chance to find something for us to do out here.

Looking through the web on his phone he ran his eyes over the small food as John cooked. The blond was talking to him, but Sherlock wasn't really listening, even though he probably should have been. John couldn't expect too much from him, this was Sherlock after all. When the plate was set in front of him he locked his phone and placed it on the table, giving John a smile. The blond chuckled at him and sat down with his own plate. "So what did you find? Anything fun?" He asked picking up his fork. "It's a surprise. Wear something comfortable though." He commented with a mischievous smirk.

That smirk was never a good sign.

He was up to no good.

"A surprise? Should I be nervous? Remember I can't really run anymore." He comment looking down at his plate and immediately regretted his words. His shaky hand dropped the fork and moved to grip his pant leg. "Sherlock… I'm sorry I just…" He looked up over where the other man had been sitting, but he was gone. Food still untouched.

Shit.

Good going John.

He sighed and finished his own food. He had to eat so he could take his medication. Otherwise if they still went out tonight he would be miserable. Silently the blond hoped Sherlock would come back and try to eat. He grabbed the plate and placed it in the microwave, leaving the raven haired man a note that it was in there.

I'm sorry Sher.

Foods in the microwave. Please eat. You need it.

Love,

John.

John went outside after that. It was nice out, not raining for once. He needed to get out of the house and Sherlock needed time to himself.

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Sherlock had wandered away from the table for a little bit. When he heard the microwave and the door to the front of the house shut, he knew what John had done. Going outside to cool off and putting the food away so it would stay warm. He always use to do that at the flat too. But he would just go down to talk to Mrs. Hudson instead. After shaving the facial hair off of his face Sherlock felt better. He wandered out and took the plate out, smiling at the note. He flipped it over and wrote something back before placing his empty plate in the sink and going to shower. The water was wonderful. Just to stand under the water and let everything wash off of him. He literally felt lighter. Climbing out of the shower he moved the towel over his skin, looking over the new marks on his skin. He had never realized how scarred he really was. Sherlock ran his long fingers over the marks on his arm and chest.

I really did go through hell.

I didn't even realize it.

He had been thinking about staying alive and then John. All the time John was on his mind. He couldn't help it really. John was the only person he had ever felt like this for. It was confusing before to have him on his mind constantly. Dreaming of him. Asking himself what he thought he was doing at the same moment. He understood why now.

Shaking his head a little, some of the water that was in his shaggy hair landing over his shoulders. Sherlock leaned against the sink and lifted his hair. He usually had it kind of long anyway. He pulled open the drawers until he found the scissors. Sherlock trimmed the long raven locks and smiled a little at his reflection when he was done. Sweeping the hair from the counter into the trash, he put the scissors away and walked out in his pants and open shirt.

John opened the front door and came back into the house with the mail. He stopped and looked up as Sherlock was buttoning his shirt. He paused and stared at him.

Christ.

I forgot how pretty he really is.

"John? Earth to John? Are you a live in there?" Sherlock was waving a hand in front of the blond's face as he came back out of his thoughts. "Whoa, when did you get there? Stop there you, git." He said in a teasing tone as he pushed his hand away. Sherlock gave him a grin and moved his hand up to move across his cheek. "Heh." John let out a small happy noise and reached up to touch his hair. "You cut your hair. Yeah?" The detective gave a nod to him. "Yeah, does it look better? Not so much shaggy bum?" He grinned at John, who just shook his head. "You look like you again. It's nice. I guess I should go get ready?" He asked pulling his hand back to himself. "Yeah, hurry so we can get going okay?" He asked letting a bright smile come to his face.

…he's still up to no good.

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"John, keep your eyes shut, or I will blind fold you! I'm serious."

"Sherlock, my eyes are shut I swear. Just hurry up!"

Sherlock laughed a little as he held John's hand and tugged him towards the carnival. "Okay, open." John did as he was hold and blinked from the bright lights. His mouth opened as he aw'ed at the sight. "How long has it been since the last time you were at a carnival?" He asked gripping his hand and pulling him towards some of the rides. "Uhh… been a long time." He said letting a smile slip to his face this time as he got in the line with Sherlock for the ride. This was probably the most unique idea he could have come up with. John was actually really happy. Sherlock helped him onto the ride and handed the cane off to be held. He wrapped his arm around John as the ride started to move in a circle and spin. Both men yelled as they held on tightly. After getting off John got his cane and Sherlock was tugging them off to another ride. He was like a little kid.

It's so weird to see him out of that shell.

There's a childish side I didn't know was there.

They went on almost all the rides. Some John made Sherlock go on alone. Especially the ones that spun upside down. It was funny to watch the brunette come staggering out. He actually fell once he was so dizzy. John just laughed at him, but soon helped him up. After Sherlock fell over, they gave up on the rides and got some food and played some of the games. The brunette was not good at the games though. John won all the gun games against him. Reaching out the blond took the little otter toy and handed it over to Sherlock. He was happy to have it. Until later when John bought him another deer cap and made him wear it.

Thunder boomed over the top of them. John looked up as a drop of rain hit his nose making him shutter. "We should probably get going huh?" He asked looking over at the brunette who was shoving the deer cap into his jacket pocket and looking over at John with a smile. "Let's go for a walk. There's a little park up there." He said pointing out of the gate to a small park. John looked at Sherlock and then tangled his fingers with his. "Alright, Sherlock. Lead the way." He said following along with the raven haired man. He was slow though. Getting tired from all the running around today.

"Hey John? Think you'll come home anytime soon?"

The words caught him a little off guard as it started to rain more, starting to drench them both. "Why?" The blond asked, watching as Sherlock just shrugged his shoulders at him. "I miss you at home. I would like to start working on cases again." The thunder rumbled over them and John stopped, pulling his hand away. "Cases? Sherlock I can't help with cases. Why-…" The black haired man stopped and turned to him. "John. I still need you. I'm nothing without my blogger." John just stared at him. "Quit being stupid." John muttered and started to walk away. Sherlock ran to catch up to him, grabbing his wrist. "John, I'm not being stupid. I still want you. Please?" The blond shook his head and growled at him, turning on his heel and yanking his wrist away again. "Damn it, Sherlock! I'm of no use to you. I can't run…I can barely walk…" John panted as the rain poured down on them, drenching over both men. Blond and dark hair was sticking to both of their faces as they stare at one another. "How can you still want me when I'm useless…?" He muttered gripping the cane in his hand and closing his eyes. He didn't understand Sherlock.

"I still want you."

The words rang in his head over and over again, until suddenly there was silence. Not even rain as his face was lifted to lock blue eyes with Sherlock's green ones. "John. Shut up and stop being an idiot." He commented as his thumb ran over his cheek. The words weren't meant to be mean. They were just well Sherlock being Sherlock really. "John Watson. You'll never be useless to me." He said pressing his wet forehead against John's. "Because you're my John. And I will always need you. No matter what." Sherlock told him in a soft tone, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb, before pressing his lips softly to the blond's.

Again John's breath was stolen from him.

But this time he melted into the kiss, dropping his cane and wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck. He pressed further into the kiss, letting out a soft noise as Sherlock's arms wrapped around his waist and held him up. He pulled back and looked down at him, nuzzling his forehead against his. "Sherlock…" His pale green eyes moved up and looked into the blue ones. "I love you. I'll come back. Let's just take some time to reconnect here though? Okay?" He said with a soft smile. The brunette gave him a grin and kissed him again. "I love you too. We should get home now. Don't need you getting sick." John nodded and let Sherlock keep his hand around his waist as he bent down to pick up his cane.

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John thudded down on top of Sherlock with a groan then a laugh. The cane clattered to the living room floor as he pressed himself into the brunette, with a happy hum as his lips moved against the other's. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his back and lifted him closer. John's fingers weaved into the curly hair. A gasp came from Sherlock as John's hips pressed into his. His face when red at the feeling surging through him. "John…" He panted out.

CRASH!

Both men jerked up and away from one another to look where a rock had shattered through the window. "Sher…?" John looked up at him as he slowly walked over to the broken window. "Stay there John." He said in a stern voice as he reached down and grabbed the rock, pulling away the paper that was tied to it. He hesitated before he opened it. Sherlock felt like his heart stopped, just for a split second as he looked over the messy writing on the paper. It was smeared from the water, but it was still clear to read.

"I'm watching you.

-JM"