IM BACK! miss me? ;) sorry for the wait everyone. I was on vacation and wasn't allowed to write which sucked. I was given so many compliments on my Sherlock and Doctor Who shirts. Hugs to all those people! And hugs to all of you wonderful readers out there.
I want to throw a big shoutout to all of you who have favourited/followed this story. along with reviewed. This was just a small idea I came up with and put out to see if it was good enough. So thank you for giving me the motivation to continue it. There might be only a few more chapters left in this but I plan on writing more one shots and multi-chapter stories. :)
Enough with me and the rambling! Enjoy! This is small chapter and chapter 8 will come really soon!
Chapter 7
"What's going on?" John rubbed the back of his head. "Sherlock? Where are we?"
John was back! Sherlock was so happy that he didn't notice a small tear that fell onto his cheek. He froze slightly when a hand touched his face, but he soon leaned into the touch.
"Sherlock, why are you crying? Are you hurt?" John was wiping away the tears softly and started to secretly check for injuries.
Typical, beautiful John. Always caring and gentle. "No, John. Nothing's wrong. Great actually." Sherlock's lips curled into a grin that stretched ear to ear. He brought his best friend, the actual one, into a tight embrace, forgetting about what was going on around them. John had taken over his mind and wouldn't leave. And frankly, Sherlock was okay with that.
"I'm glad you're okay, but Sherlock. You're worrying me quite a bit." John had those cute little worry lines in his forehead. The tiny frown needed to go though.
"John, do you remember anything from the past couple of weeks?" Sherlock knew they could have their small reunion later. Right now he needed to know what John knew.
"Not much. I remember getting drinks with Greg and going to the clinic. Not much else. Are we on a case? Is that why we're in a warehouse?" John ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to ruffle up.
Sherlock wondered if that would be how it looked after... Stop it! He breathed in deeply. "John, we aren't on a case. I wish we were but we are not. I know this might seem a little far-fetched but it's all true. You were under the control of a god, along with James Moriarty. You were force to kill people and to kidnap some others. You weren't yourself anymore. The last task you had was to drug me and bring me here for the god to take over my mind too. But a distraction happened and I was left alone here with you. I talked to you and tried to bring you out of this state and get you back to being John again. And here we are." Sherlock took in a huge amount of air and slowly breathed it out.
John's eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped. "Oh... Wow... Um..." John was at a loss of words. "A god? Which one? And did I hurt you in any way. Please, Sherlock. If I hurt you, physically or emotionally, I am truly sorry and I only wish you would forgive me." John hung his head in shame.
"Yes, John. A god. The god of mischief to be exact. Loki, brother of Thor. And you have no need to apologize. You weren't aware of your own actions and what you were doing. I just hope we can put this all behind us." Sherlock smiled, a true smile, one only John was allowed to see.
"Of course. But one thing. I had a weird feeling of listening to another's thoughts. Seeing through my eyes and not controlling what I was doing. I heard everything but I wasn't able to respond. It's weird to have a god in your head. Hurts like hell too." John shrugged his shoulders and looked up.
Sherlock was slightly surprised from John's reaction. He had expected yelling and large movements. I guess John was now just used to the weird and crazy things that happen now. He was worried when he said he could hear everything. Did that mean he heard his confession? Sherlock slowly shrunk into himself.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" John put both of his hands on those tall cheekbones.
"It's nothing. A thought just occurred. That's all." Sherlock rose up to his feet and put his hand out to help John. Maybe he forgot about it.
"Hang on a minute. Sherlock? I wasn't sure if I actually heard this or if I was imaging it. But did you say something about feelings, and what you felt about me? Did you actually say, 'I love you'?"
Damn it! Sherlock knew he had to confess. "John, what I said. It was all true. How I care so much about you and the way I've been starting to feel. Yes, John. I did say I love you and I would never take it back." He turned to walk towards the door to see if the coast was clear. They needed to get out. But a hand wrapped around his wrist and spun him around. His lips met another and the world seemed to disappear. He stiffed before relaxing into the touch. He brought his arms to John's waist and tugged him closer.
John pulled away from those beautiful bowed lips and regretted it within a second. He rested his forehead against the lean chest and let his chin rest on the top of his head.
A loud thud came from the wall with the door. "Sorry guys. Time's up!"
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