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JOHN:
After explaining to...What was his name? George? Gavin? Oh yes, Greg! Well after explaining to Greg what had occurred, we go to check up on Sherlock. We walk into the room and I look over at Sherlock, he looks better than he did moments ago. He calls my name and I run up next to his bed. "Are-are you okay?" I ask him. Sherlock rolls his eyes at me and answers. "Yes, John I'm fine." He hesitates for a moment before saying "That-that thing you did back there, that was, uh, good. Thanks." I smile shyly and shrug. "You're welcome," I whisper quietly. I'm guessing Sherlock isn't one for thanking people, because Greg looks as if some one just slapped him. Chiron breaks their bickering over names and dreaming. "Alright everyone. That was a close call. I already got the story from Sherlock here...I think we need to have a meeting," he says.
Chiron and Greg leave the room to discuss what will be said at the meeting. I sit on the end of Sherlock's bed.
"So...Thank you saving me back there," I said looking over at him.
"Mmmmh," is all the response I get from him.
I stayed quiet and swung my legs back and forth out of boredom looking down.
"Do you get into this sort of trouble all the time?" I question.
Sherlock looked over at me, taking his attention away from the window.
"What do you think?" He said.
"Well...if that's the case I may have to sever our friendship," I responded with a smirk. Is that what this was, friendship?
"You won't. You like the adrenaline rush that fills your body" Sherlock told me.
"I know that you bugger, I was joking," I laughed
"I knew that," he responded.
"Of course you do, you know everything," looking up at him.
We were was quiet for a moment and then broke into a fit of laughter. I do understand that I just met Sherlock Holmes, but he could just very well be the best friend I will ever have.
SHERLOCK:
I honestly was liking John more and more. When he called what we had "friendship", that confirmed it. I couldn't help but grin as I told him he didn't mean it , because I knew he didn't. Friends. I had a friend. How strange. I'd know him for, let's see, three hours now? For the first time in my life, there was someone who would listen to me, put up with me, and actually enjoy doing it. I secretly wonder, what did I do to deserve this? I have never exactly been kind to anyone. And yet one John Watson, a son of Ares, was here, and he cared about me. And... A warm feeling bubbled in my chest. It alarmed me for a moment, before I realized what it was. "No," I groaned internally. John was my friend. I... Cared about him. I made a promise to myself right then to never let him go, no matter what.
Chiron and Lestrade (I'd never give into his request to call him Greg- ugh, what a ridiculous name, although to be fair, Sherlock wasn't much better) walked in, apparently done with their chat. Chiron looked at me. "Greg and I have reached a decision. We will meet tomorrow, and you two must come and tell us what happened. This doesn't bode well for the camp. For now, though, I want both of you to return to your respective cabins. Am I clear?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Yes," I responded, sighing. I didn't want to have to go back to mt cabin, where only one person welcomed me, and I didn't want John to go to his, where he would undoubtedly be ruthlessly tormented by his brothers and sisters. Chiron and Lestrade left the room, satisfied, and I slowly moved off the bed. I stumbled a bit when I hit the ground, and John caught me. I tried not to notice how string and warm his hands were. "Friends," I reminded myself. "Friends." We walked out and into the night in silence. Just before we parted ways, though, I did something that felt right. Strange, right? The great Sherlock Holmes doing something that felt right. But I did, and just before he left, I hugged him. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear. He was taken back at first, but then returned the hug.
Realizing what I was doing, I pulled away, and looked at the stars. No matter what I said about the solar system, or how useless the information was, the night skit would never fail to amaze and mystify me with its unending beauty and brilliance. Cheeks slightly flushed, I turned towards John. "Goodnight, John," I said. "Goodnight, Sherlock," he said back. I turned around and walked into the darkness alone, ready to face whatever the night in my cabin brought me, because of the strength I'd found in John.
