Single

by Black-Rose-117

Everyone starts acting very strange. John doesn't want him around, Mycroft and Lestrade are getting married, and Sherlock finds himself with a very unwanted boyfriend he's been dating for two years now and doesn't have any memory of it. Can he figure out what happened before all this becomes perminate?

7. Chapter 7

"I just had to, okay?" John was shouting now. "He threatened to -kill- you!" John turned around to face Sherlock, angry tears coating his beautifully blue eyes. "He was going to kill you..." John's voice broke down and he dropped his head.

Sherlock silently set his tea on the table, stood up and made his way over to John. Sherlock gently placed one hand on John's shoulder and one cupping John's face. John locked eyes with Sherlock.

"Who did, John?" Sherlock whispered.

"Moriarty, he..." John took a deep breath to calm himself, which seemed impossible while Sherlock was so close to his face, their eyes locked.

-Dilated pupils, sped up heart rate, sweaty palms...- Sherlock noted quickly. -Maybe he still is in love with... me...-

"Moriarty... h-he said if I... um... didn't give you up... h-he... would kill... you..." John stuttered, staring into those deep blue/gray eyes.

"So he wanted me for himself?" Sherlock thought out loud. "Thats so mhmmmm!"

John kissed Sherlock roughly out of nowhere, backing Sherlock into the wall.

-

"I still love you, Sherlock..." John said slowly after the two of them had settled down and sat down in their armchairs with a cup of coffee each. "If he didn't threaten your life, I would have never let you go..."

"So how did I end up willingly dating Moriarty?"

"Don't know..." John shrugged, sipping his coffee.

Sherlock stood up and started pacing. "I can't think any more, John! I want to be with you, not Moriarty!"

"But if you break up with him, he may kill you..." John watched Sherlock's pacing from his armchair.

Sherlock gave a slight chuckle. "That would be better than another night with him."

John smiled, still watching Sherlock pace. What was it about this man that was so... adorable? John's heart sank as he realized what he really lost. -No one can be that clever...- John thought to himself sadly. -But he is...-

"John?" John shook his head and snapped his attention to Sherlock, who had stopped pacing. "Could you go buy some milk? I need to think."

"How long do you need? I can run some other chores as well."

"Can you give me a few hours?"

"Of course." John slipped into his coat. "I'll be back in a few hours then."

Sherlock kissed John quickly, then smiled at him. "Bye."

"Bye..." John swallowed hard and shut the door behind him.

Hey honey, is John home.
-JM

No.
-SH

Good. I'm coming over!
-JM