Chapter 7- Company

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SH

I didn't sleep much that night. Not that I do anyway, but this was a time when I wanted to. I couldn't get John's defeated expression out of my head, which is something that never happened. It wouldn't delete. No matter how hard I tried.

Strange really.

His words had shocked me. How could he think I didn't trust him?

Was that the way I came across?

I had always, always trusted John.

Finally giving up on sleep, I made a coffee, a strong one, knowing that if I didn't have coffee, I would probably turn to something stronger and I didn't want to wake John. Plus he would be furious with me.

Plus I didn't really feel like smoking.

I took a sip even though it burnt my tongue. It was good the burning. A distraction for me.

I needed to find a way to show John how much I trusted him.

But how was I supposed to understand how? I couldn't comfort. I didn't understand how. I was a high functioning sociopath.

Most of the time.

Suddenly the door creaked open. My head snapped up.

It was John.

"What are you doing Sherlock?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. I stood up, finding myself strangely worried.

"Nothing. I can't sleep," I said.

He gazed blearily at me.

"You've got coffee," he muttered.

I glanced at my cup.

"Yes,"

He sat down.

"What are you doing?" I asked, rather more sharply than I expected.

"Giving you some... Company," he mumbled through a huge yawn. I shook my head gently.

"You're tired, get some sleep,"

"You need company," his voice was quiet, thick with sleep.

"I'm..." I paused. Telling him to go away wasn't good, I decided. He would be more hurt. Plus I found I liked him there after months of silence.

"Do you want coffee?" I asked suddenly, the words tasting strange on my tongue, like a foreign language. I didn't usually say stuff like that. It surprised me.

He stared at me through sleep crusted eyes, mouth slightly open.

"What?" he mumbled.

"Do you want coffee?"

"You never make coffee for me," he mumbled with a yawn.

"Well I am now,"

I got up awkwardly, and made a coffee for John. He didn't have sugar I remembered. I handed him the cup. He took it mutely, watching me with a guarded expression he always had when he was contemplating. He blew on it. I sipped mine.

"You're close to a danger night aren't you?" he muttered through another yawn. I narrowed my eyes.

"No,"

"Why are you having coffee in the middle of the night then?"

"I couldn't sleep,"

"Were you trying to?"

"Yes,"

He sighed quietly.

"You're not going to find cigarettes anywhere,"

"I don't want a cigarette," I snapped, furiously. He blinked at me placidly.

"You don't usually have coffee," he mumbled.

"I felt like it,"

He was right of course, but I wouldn't let him know that. I was close to a 'danger night' as he called it. Not that I was going to admit it. Still, I realised that I felt rather happy that he had decided to keep me company.

I smiled tightly.

"Thank you anyway John," I said quietly.

I was unnerving him. His eyes told me that. My uncharacteristic behaviour.

He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes again.

"It's ok," he mumbled.

I sighed and stared into the dregs of my coffee. The silence was almost deafening.

"I do trust you John, I always have. I just wanted to keep you safe,"

He looked at me again, expression blank.

"Is that what's keeping you up Sherlock?" he whispered.

I looked studiously at the floor, not wanting to reveal much.

I felt a light touch on my shoulders and looked up. It was John.

"Sherlock," he sighed, "if I was very angry with you, do you think I would be here now, keeping you company?"

"I-I-I," was all I managed.

He laughed quietly.

"Have I left you silent for once?"

I scowled at him.

"You are my best friend," he repeated, "I was so alone before you. Jesus," he grimaced, "that sounds cheesy,"

My lips twitched.

"So you're not angry?"

"No, Sherlock," he sighed, "you may be a git sometimes but I'm not angry- not anymore,"

I didn't know I was relieved until I felt the weight get lifted off my shoulders. Before I could stop myself, I sighed. John's jaw dropped.

"You really were worried about that weren't you?"

I squinted at him in answer.

"Jesus Sherlock what happened to you when I was away?" he said with a soft chuckle, "you seem so much more... Sensitive,"

I snorted and shrugged.

"I just realised that you were right," I said honestly, forcing the words through my unusually stiff mouth, "friends do count. I missed you and now you're back I want to make sure it stays that way," I sighed, "I don't want to be alone anymore, and I don't want you to be alone anymore,"

It was painful to admit that to him. But it was nice to see the sparkle in his eyes after I said it. He clapped my shoulder.

"I missed you too," he said with a smile.

Like I said. A sociopath, but only most of the time.

A/n: you know why I loved this one so much? Because I thought it was a really nice John- Sherlock moment. But what did you think? Was it ok? Please, please review me!

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