AN- Thought of this while listening to 'Awake my soul' by Mumford and sons (Just another thing I don't own). It doesn't really have anything to do with the lyrics, but still...

Enjoy

Awake my soul

'John, wait-'The detective ran past the doctor to block the door from him.

'Leave me alone, Sherlock' The soldier tried to push past but failed miserably so settled for crossing his arms over his chest and staring his flatmate down.

'John, I didn't mean what I said-' The doctor cut him off, growing increasingly angry.

'Oh really? You sounded pretty clear to me.'

'It wasn't want I meant. I-You-I didn't say right-You didn't understand.' John threw his hands in the air with frustration,

'What part of I don't love you did I misunderstand? It seemed perfectly clear to me.' Sherlock opened his mind but closed it again, he didn't have an answer, not one he could give anyway. The doctor roughly grabbed his shoulder and forced him away from the door.

At the bottom of the stairs, Mrs Hudson watched silently from the doorway to her room as the blond doctor marched into the rain, slamming the door behind him. She cast her eyes to the top if the stairs to find the most devastating look she had ever seen sweep across the detectives face. He stood there, completely motionless, for the rest of the night. Just staring at the door.

When she awoke the next morning, the detective was still standing at the top of the stairs. She put the kettle on and moved up the steps to him, he hadn't slept a wink but that wasn't unusual,

'Sherlock dear, you need to go and find him. What ever you said, I know you didn't mean it. He's the best thing that's happened to you all the while I've known you, don't let him walk out this way.' Sherlock said nothing. The landlady guided him to his sofa and lightly pushed him to make him sit. The kettle boiled and she quickly made to cups of tea. she placed a cup into Sherlock's hands then sat in John's armchair.

'I'm being serious, Sherlock. You know he will listen if you tell him the truth.' The detective slowly drained his cup then stood and reached for his coat and scarf.

'I'm going to get John back, don't wait up.' He said over his shoulder then the door clicked closed. Mrs Hudson sighed inwardly and sincerely hoped that John did listen to the man, there is too much wrong with the world as it is, we can't stand to lose another great mind.

John felt the rain trickle down the back of his neck as he left the flat. The rain mixed with the tears that had began to fall down his face. The doctor didn't know what to do now, his body was set to auto pilot and he found that he had walked into the nearby park, the place he usually went to when he needed a break from Sherlock. He walked round the path until he came to the bench, where he sat down. The park was empty, except for him. The rain cast a mist over the pond and gave the area a beautiful quality, one that most people never see because they don't want to walk in the rain. The tears has stopped flowing and now all he felt inside was a growing emptiness. He thought that Sherlock loved him but he had just been manipulated again. It always was the case with his flatmate, he should have known better.

John didn't know how long he stayed sat on the bench in the rain but morning light just peaked through the trees when he finally rose again. He was tired, hungry and almost assuredly had caught a cold by now but he couldn't bring himself to care. A figure ran up to him, splashing in the muddy puddles,

'John.' He said breathlessly, 'Please come back.' John stood facing his partner, when the light finally hit the others features the doctor saw the fragmented look in the detectives eyes.

'I don't know if I can, Sherlock. Not after this. You manipulated me.' Despite his best effort, the soldiers voice cracked slightly.

'I didn't, John. I would never do that to you. Please, don't leave.' Sherlock moved to take hold of John's arm but the doctor stepped back, blocking his actions.

'You will tell me the truth now. Do you love me?' The detective's look turned pleading,

'No.' John breathed out slowly,

'Well, that is all I needed to know.' He turned away but was pulled back by Sherlock.

'You still don't understand. I don't love you, I need you. I couldn't possibly live without you. You are part of me. Love break people down, it clouds judgment, it destroys and maims and kills. I could never do that to you, John.' The rain let up slightly as the words sunk into the doctor. Both men stood silently for many minutes before John's lips finally twitched into a tentative smile. He pulled the taller man into his arms and they held each other close.

As the two men walked back to the flat, the rain finally stopped its onslaught and allowed the sun to break through the clouds. John smiled up at the detective who had his arm wrapped firmly around the doctors waist as if he was afraid to let go. Mrs Hudson waited at the door, smiling warmly as she let them in. Sometimes, she thought to herself, sometimes happy endings do happen.